THE IRISH PERF-EXIT

So, this Buzzfeed article about the Irish Exit has been circulating around the web for the past couple of days.  It has been sent directly to me several times from friends because, like Frank Costanza’s ‘Stop Short’,  its “my move”.  I have been using this badboy for decades but because I don’t work for Buzzfeed or any other reputable news source, my expertise on the subject matter has gone largely unnoticed.

Below is Logan Rhoades’ article 14 Reasons Why The Irish Goodbye Is The Best Exit Strategy and below that is a blog (that later became the final chapter of the book) I wrote 4 years ago titled ‘I Hate Goodbyes’ about varying methodologies and practices to make your Irish Exit, well, perfect.

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14 Reasons Why The Irish Goodbye Is The Best Exit Strategy

Logan Rhoades

BuzzFeed Staff

The Irish goodbye (or whatever you may call it: ghosting, the Swedish/Irish exit, etc.) is basically when you leave somewhere unannounced.

It typically happens after a night of drinking, but the somewhat stealthy move can really be used in any social setting.

So why would someone do this?

  1. It keeps the party going. By sneaking out, you’re allowing others to continue their conversation uninterrupted, which is really thoughtful and something only a good friend would do.
  2. It also lets you leave alone. While exchanging farewells, it’s pretty common for others to piggyback on your departure, but that’s not possible when nobody knows you’re leaving.
  3. In other words, you’re being an ideal guest by ghosting.
  4. Now, there are, of course, personal reasons for the Irish goodbye. For instance, maybe you had a brief moment of clarity where you realized you need to leave now or something bad will happen.
  5. Which, depending on how you want to look at it, also makes Irish exiters good party attendants because nobody likes this dude:
  6. But the main reason for leaving without saying goodbye is because it’s easy.
  7. And getting away with doing things the easy way is one of the greatest joys in life one can experience.
  8. It’s sort of like the feeling one gets when removing one’s shoes or bra after a long day.
  9. Or probably like that high that runners are always talking about.
  10. Plus, it’s sort of fun to be sneaky and see if you can leave without being detected.
  11. And honestly, saying goodbye can be a long process where you can potentially get caught up in multiple never-ending conversations, even though you’ve already expressed your desire to leave.
  12. And let’s face it, some people are just plain awkward, so it’s best to avoid saying goodbye to them anyway.
  13. So is it a little rude to not say goodbye to your friends and fellow party guests? Sure. But with the proper Irish exit, they won’t even know it.
  14. And chances are you’ve done this move several times before, which means it’s now sort of your thing, so they should be understanding. And if they’re not, then THEY’RE the bad friend.

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I Hate Goodbyes

Originally posted August 11, 2011

I hate goodbyes.

Outside of your daughter leaving for college or Junior joining the Navy, goodbyes are unnecessary and annoying. In about 90% of the cases, saying a polite goodbye to someone is not required in my book. Chances are that you are saying goodbye to someone you see on a regular basis or someone you don’t really know or care about. In either case, do we really need to go through the exhausting exercise of saying goodbye?

Handshakes, kisses, hugs, bad jokes, empty promises, blah, blah…I just want to get out of here!

For the record, I am not some rude social-phobe or The Lone Gunman who doesn’t like to interact with people. I simply prefer to keep on moving without getting stuck in a drawn out and boring parting of company. On top of that, goodbyes always illicit some type of emotion (be it genuine or fake) or initiate a lie.

Goodbyes are just prolonging the inevitable. Everything ends. Everybody knows when school is out, the party of over, your last day of work, or you just don’t want to be there anymore.

Let me share a few techniques I have perfected that will ensure a speedy and goodbye-free exit from any situation. Use at your discretion.

The Houdini

You have had an awesome time (“Yeah, we know you had an awesome time, Frank”. Movie?) out with your buddies. A million laughs, a few beers and some great stories. Right now though, you are looking at your watch and just want to get home for the rerun of Mob Wives. So, you could do the handshake/high five/fist-bump-thing with all of your boys and get sucked into that one more beer or do what I do; tell them you are going to the bathroom and never come back. Never fails. In special cases you get out of the check too!

The Chauffeur

Family Party. It has been a long day. Kids are crabby (as is your spouse!). So, you can go through the exhaustive exercise of saying goodbye to Clark, Cousin Eddie, Grandpa Ed and the other 700 Griswalds or try this gem; tell your wife/husband you are putting a few things in the car…and don’t go back in! Trust me, after 10-15 minutes of your absence s/he will figure things out and quickly follow suite. (NOTE: Said spouse may be upset, but it is worth it)

The Fugitive

Company picnic, town fair, kid’s sporting event – name your outdoor social gathering. You have already had far too many terrible conversations for one day and just need to escape. This move is a little bit bold, but very effective. Simply walk away. I have found that a kind smile coupled with a few sidesteps away from crowd and you will quickly blend in with the masses as you work your way to the car. The key is to act casual and walk SLOWLY. Think Richard Kimball in The Fugitive. Any attention drawn to yourself could result in another brutal verbal exchange or, in Kimball’s case, imprisonment. Not sure which is worse? “YOU FIND THAT MAN!”

The Commuter

For those of you with a less than exciting office job with even less responsibility, here is a dangerous but extremely rewarding exit I invented in the early, post-college days. You will need the following items, a jacket (be sure it is seasonally appropriate), a spare set of keys and, if applicable, a pair of glasses. Strategically place these items around your work station. Be sure your computer is turned on and open to some type of work-related file. That’s pretty much it. Gracefully walk out the door and head for home. Co-workers will see the litany of personal items strewn on your desk and simply assume you are elsewhere in the building. By the time anyone realizes you are gone, it’s quitting time anyway!

The Man Without a Country

In truly desperate and painful situations, this one is your last resort. Quite honestly, there is no strategy behind it. You just leave or, in special instances, RUN. And when I say “leave” – leave everything and go. Leave your wallet, your phone, your keys and your dignity. Just run. The Man Without a Country is typically reserved for situations involving the authorities, an ex-boy/girlfriend, or the IRS. I would not recommend this move as you are surely to be left without critical personal property. But hey, a man has to do what a man has to do.

Practice a few these at home with your family (I am sure there are plenty of conversations you want to escape from there as well). Perfect these moves and you will find yourself sitting on your couch by the time anyone looks around and asks “Where did Frank go?” The risk you run performing any of these disappearing acts is getting caught. When you do, you are going to be on the receiving end of the taunting of your buddies, the scowl of your spouse, the look of disappointment from your neighbors, a subpeona or a restraining order. But that’s OK – keep at it!

Until next time….. (Yep, I just ducked out the back door)

Out of Bounds?….Not for Tiger

 

Report: Tiger Woods linked to Jason Dufner’s ex-wife Amanda

Tiger Woods has been linked to Amanda Boyd, ex-wife of PGA Tour golfer Jason Dufner, in a report by the National Enquirer.

Boyd, whose divorce with Dufner was filed in March, reportedly cheated on Dufner with Woods.

Woods’ agent Mark Steinberg told Golfweek at the Greenbrier Classic in White Sulphur Springs, W.Va., where Woods will begin play beginning Thursday, that the report is “a complete fabrication.”

“I couldn’t deny this more vehemently,” Steinberg said. “There is less than zero strand of truth to it. 100 percent false. 100 percent fabricated and zero credence. Absolutely, unequivocally untrue. They are not even acquaintances. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”

Woods, who recently broke up with champion skier Lindsey Vonn, also has been connected with cheating in recent reports.

Woods, 39, will play this week at the Greenbrier Classic. He owns 79 PGA Tour victories, 14 of which are major championships, but has not won since 2013.

Dufner, 38, a three-time winner on Tour, last won at the 2013 PGA Championship.

Woods and wife Elin Nordegren divorced in 2010 after a series of Woods’ extramarital affairs came to light, initially because of a November 2009 expose in the Enquirer.

– Adam Schupak contributed

I read this story and my initial reaction was that Tiger couldn’t be a bigger scumbag. Stealing his buddy’s wife and wrecking his marriage to one of the hottest women on tour?  So as I sat shaking my fist in the air cursing that toilet toothed 10 handicap dickhead, I came to realize “Why wouldn’t Tiger try to sleep with her?”. I mean think about it; he is divorced, money coming out the ass, board with golf, and this southern chick wants to show Tiger just how much she hates her Dad, Husband and the confederate flag all at the same time.

I know exactly how it happened too. Tiger was on probably on his way to Walgreens for sun tan lotion after running out just doing Lyndsay Vonns left leg and he bumped into Amanda. She was there picking up a birthday present for Jason. Most likely a pocket fisherman and a coozie that says “My handicap is a small penis“. They strike up a conversation about how their black Amex never swipes correctly or why he sounds like a black comedian doing a white guy impression when he talks to the media. Then while walking out Amanda accidentally mentions how much she loves the romantic setting of a Waffle House parking lot. Bam, just like that she is changing ball types, shafts, playing out of the rough and hoping for a hole in one (enough golf puns yet?).

After having Tiger Woods, she is leaving you faster then Donald Trump leaving a ‘Maid and Landscaper convention’. It really is a sad situation but life happens fast when your rich and have no responsibilities. So now Jason Dufner is divorced and its all Tigers fault. Lyndsay Vonn left Tiger and went back to her snow cave to tend to Luke Skywalker. Poor Amanda goes on walking crooked for a week but sleeps soundly on pillows of Jason’s money. Tiger is a dick for doing that to his friend but he couldn’t help himself. He has been getting everything he wants in life since he was 5 years old. Its like asking a T-Rex not to hunt, a dog not to lick his balls, or for Khloe Khardasian to stop attacking Japan.

Yes, Jason I am sure your heart broken, but look at the bright side of what has happened. You lost a ton of weight.  You’re playing golf again without being nagged constantly and you don’t have to watch Dance Moms anymore.

Here are a few more things that should cheer you up:

– You don’t have to go to all those Rap concerts she dragged you to

– You can hang with Dustin Johnson again without getting yelled at

–  Football in 11 Sundays

– She probably got herpes from Tiger

– No more trips to Bed Bath and Beyond

– Plenty of young nannies named Inga on Tour to corrupt

– Go make fun of Lee Westwood for his tooth gap

– Rambo: First Blood Part 2 is on tonight on AMC

– Get rid of that shit little foo foo dog that I am sure she had you get

– You’re a PRO GOLFER – SO STOP BEING A PUSSY

It’s over pal.  Just bring Tiger a half case of Heineken and half a bottle of Hennessy and make up. You guys can’t let an incredible piece of ass come between friends. Its not like its a $5 dollar Nassau.

BOB LOBEL DEAD! No wait, just Oklahoma

Bob Barry Jr, KFOR Sports Director, Dies In Motor Vehicle Accident In Oklahoma

Bob Barry Jr, a sports director for KFOR in Oklahoma City, died in a car accident Saturday afternoon. The sportscaster was being remembered at public memorial service Friday, according to KJRH.

Barry was riding a motor scooter southbound on North May when police say Gustavo Gutierrez-Castillo, 26, unlicensed driver made an illegal U-Turn in front of him. Police say Bob was struck near Memorial and North May Avenue in downtown Oklahoma City.

Police have arrested the driver of the car for manslaughter, driving without a state license and causing an injury accident. Police also say he was in possession of cocaine.

Bob Barry Jr was thrown 20 feet

Bob Barry Jr hit the driver’s side of the car and was thrown over 20 feet. He was not wearing a helmet.

Barry was rushed to OU Trauma Center where he was pronounced dead. As reports were circulating about Bob, Sam Presti finally emerged from his draft night war room, a touch after midnight, to discuss the newest members of the Oklahoma Thunder.

But before fielding questions, Presti wanted to acknowledge the recent passing of Bob Barry Jr. His full statement:

“One thing before we get started,” Presti began. “Obviously there is someone missing from the room tonight, Bob, and I think it would be inappropriate for me to just begin talking without acknowledging the loss that the community has endured with his passing. Just one thing I thought I wanted to touch on in regards to that before we get started talking about tonight, when I got the news of the events, obviously it is really sad because we have all come to know him and I am obviously new to the area to some degree, but it really made me think about the role that all of you guys play in communities all over the place.

Presti said Bob Barry Jr delivered sports to him when he was a kid. Barry was using a different name when he worked in Massachusetts.

“Immediately, the thing that struck me was that I thought about the person that delivered sports news to me when I was a kid. That guy’s name, I will never forget, on Channel 4 WBZ in Massachusetts was Bob Lobel. He had a huge impact in my appreciation and enthusiasm for sports. I really believe that I waited, if I was allowed to stay up late enough at night, to have him tell me about Wade Boggs or Dwight Evans or Robert Parrish or Ray Bourque or all these different people and I think that it grows the appreciation for sports in young people and people all over the place. As much as they are reporters, I also think that people like yourselves are really communicators that have a huge influence on people that follow sports. Obviously, it is a tremendous loss, but I also think it is an opportunity to kind of reflect a little bit on what those people do in terms of introducing people to sports on a much different level.”

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I hate to break this shocking news but long-time Boston sportscaster and TV personality Bob Loebl has died in a car accident.

Nope, wait nevermind, those shit-kickers from Oklahoma just got it wrong.

How does this happen?  How do you have 2 guys mixed up like this and publish it on a (supposedly) reputable news outlet?  I mean, the folks here at CIBF & C get our facts wrong all the time but we are not claiming to be CNN, Fox News or even The Muppet Show.

So many holes in this story too.  Lobel would never be caught dead riding a motor scooter without a helmet and if there cocaine to be found at the scene, it would have been on Bobby’s person.

And how about Sam Presti?  What a moron?  Sir, are you insane, you thought this guy was Bob Lobel?  Did you really grow up in Boston or Fantasyland, Sammy?  You, my good mad, are an imbocile.

So, tighten that shit up Oklahoma.  You are already considered one the village idiots as far as states in our great nation – no sense to add lightening to the Thunder (Thunder, you see how I just…).  Nevermind.

RIP Bob Barry, Jr.

Viva la Lobel

Only in Lowell: The Cities

 

lowellcitytournament.com

The City of Lowell Golf Tournament celebrates it’s 90th anniversary this year. “The Cities” as it is more commonly known started in 1923 and is the oldest known local amateur golf tournament of its kind in the country. Members from Mount Pleasant Golf Club, Long Meadow Golf Club, Nabnasset Lake Country Club and Vesper Country Club qualify at their home courses to play in this unique 54-hole medal play event. Each club fields a team of 12 with three alternates. Both individual and team titles are up for grabs. This year’s tournament will begin at Vesper Country Club on Wednesday, June 24. The second round will be at Mt. Pleasant Golf Club on Friday, June 26 and the final round will be played on Saturday, June 27 at Long Meadow Golf Club.

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To quote CBS golf analyst, Jim Nance, ‘A tradition like no other... ‘  Of course, Nance is referencing the famed Masters  not the nearly 100 year old Lowell City tournament.  But for my money (which is about $2.75/beer), The Cities is far more entertaining.  Local golfers play in three competitive rounds  in June each year from 4 local clubs.  And while these players are considered “amateurs” The Cities has spawned the golf lives of many players that went on to professional careers.  In my opinion, this is one of the greatest traditions in this city and it continues to thrive almost a century later.

OK, that is the history lesson of the Cities, now lets talk about what’s really happening here.

The Cities – for all those NOT playing – is a 3 day party.

The Cities is an excuse to leave work at lunch time.

The Cities is a place where Lowellians go who have never played or watched (or can even spell the word) ‘golf’.

The Cities is a reason to walk at a snail’s pace around a golf course, Irish whispering  to the guy you sat next to in 9th grade home room while pounding Bud Lights for no reason other than it is 1PM on Wednesday.

The Cities’ crowd is like an scene out of Happy Gilmore, minus Bob Barker

The Cities is the unofficial Lowell High School reunion for every graduating class since 1960.

The Cities is a right of passage for high school kids to sneak a few warm Miller High Life’s they stashed in the woods and responsible adults simply turn a blind eye.

The word ‘kid’ is used more times during The Cities than any other time in history. Ever.

The Cities rule…KID!

My wife is non-Lowellian so naturally had no clue to The Cities experience until she was blessed with meeting me.  “Yeah, Aim, we are heading over to this golf tournament….at Mt Pleasant…on a Friday….to WATCH.”  What tha?  “No, its really fun, trust me.”  Think of how insane that must sound to someone who has never been before?  Next thing you know I am stuffing beers in her purse and we are following around some 20 year old from Pelham whom I have never met in my life, in 90 degree heat, just because he shot a 69 at Long Meadow.  It it effin crazy if you step back.

I may sound like an insane high school hero here but The Cities is an institution and whether you like golf or not, this event is a desperate but legit argument to stand outside, whack cocktails and pretend you have even a vague interest in golf.

Who’s in?

See ya tomorrow, kid.

Sandoval Suspended for creeping Instagram during game

Last week Pablo Sandoval excused himself during a Sox/Braves game to go use the restroom. And instead of bringing a newspaper or maybe some notes on the game, he decided to hop on his cell and check out what was on Instagram. Seems harmless, right? And, while taking care of his buisness, Pablo happened to like two of user “diva_legacy”‘s photos. Once again, seems harmless, right?

Well Pablo got called out. Our tattletale boy Jared called out Pablo for being on Instagram during the game, which the Sox did go on to lose. For this “ungentlemanly” behavior, and use of a cell phone during the game, Sandoval was suspended for a game.

  
Can I Just Be Frank here (see what I did there) and say that with a history of fried chicken, beer, and gambling, or even “Manny being Manny” running off the field to use the john, we’re really going to chastise a player for scrolling through his phone while using the bathroom? I mean…. It’s not like he’s just sitting there in the dugout tweeting. Who would even blame him if he was? With a record like ours I’d be trolling the Interwebs too. 

“I grew up a poor black child” 

 Everyone’s seen Steve Martin in The Jerk- right?


Unlike Steve Martin’s character in the above mentioned movie, Rachel Dolezal did NOT grow up on a southern farm raised by a black family. She DID however, grow up in a white home with white biological parents in suburban Montana (until she went to college in MS and later, Howard University)

It’s being brought up that not only did Rachel Dolezal move to a new city and lie about her race to everyone she met, but she had her brainwashed adopted brother help cover her tracks also. This chick has left a long line of lies and deceit that spans back to decades ago- with fun things like:

  • suing Howard university for discrimination (god knows what was being discriminated)
  • Estranging herself from her parents
  •  sending her brother to jail for claiming he molested her siblings
  • divorcing her husband because he was “abusive” to their child
  • claiming KKK was threatening her with nooses and vandalism.
  • Getting spray tanned regularly and denying “blackface”

But my most favorite thing about this entire whack job of a lady is- when she finally gets busted for being a cracker, her defense is that she had “always identified as black- blackish” and can even recall drawing pictures of herself as a 5 year old using the brown crayon.

This bitch better watch her back, and not for the KKK, but for Caitlyn Jenner. No this Dolezal biatch did NOT just steal her thunder.

I don’t care if you identify yourself as a certain race, gender, animal, whatever. Do you. Have fun, go nuts. Just don’t hurt anyone. Let’s be honest, this is not the first white girl who wanted to imitate the home gurlz T Boz and Chilli. Who doesn’t look up to Queen Beyoncé and her royal highness Ms. Jackson?! Even more so, being a Boston gal of irish descent myself, especially around St. Paddys day, you’ll see people wearing shirts that say “Kiss me Im Irish” or “Irish I was drunk” (we’re really clever up here) or even witness dudes arm wrestling over who’s more Irish. ( “Well my uncles neighbor has a brogue!” “Yea, so? My cousin Shamus’ girlfriend is from Galway!”). Every dude from my suburbia hometown thought they were thugs. Trying to be a race you’re not is not uncommon. But to go all the way to president of the local NAACP chapter? That’s  where you’ve gone to far, girlie.

My point is that this chick is bananas. Like the mentally unstable “Gone Girl” type of chick. If you asked her what she had for breakfast she’d say grits even if it was Captain Crunch. She’s going to have her 15 minutes of black injustice, but mark my words…. She’s not done yet. I’m feeling some sort of lawsuit coming on, cuz a mofo like this loves to ruffle feathers. Or weaves. Whatevs.