In case you don’t already know,
is a game that involves hitting wooden or plastic balls with a malletthrough hoops embedded into a grass playing court, and dates back to the England in the early 1800’s.I’m almost certain however that nowhere in the official Croquet rulebook does it state that the game should befueled by a lager, vodka and lime cordial drink, intense profanity when you miss-hit the ball, trying todetermine just how long you can balance the mallet on your nose before it falls off, and riding the malletaround like a horse when you make a good shot (Happy Gilmore style)! I’m
certain those things isn’t inthe rulebook, but I’ll check into it.I was third in line to step up to take my first shot, and figured I would apply some golf-like tactics in order toexcel quickly. I lined up on the ball, adopted a golf-like stance, swung the mallet back slightly, swiftly went togo and hit the ball,
and completely sliced it, missingthe first hoop completely, much to the hilarity of everyone else.
I resigned to the fact that Croquet just isn’t my game!
Shortly, about 4 shots into the game something actually very mysterious happened…the sun went behind the clouds, agentle breeze blew through the park, the planets moved intoalignment with each other, and
I proceeded to play themost amazing game of Croquet ever played inJacksonville, Florida (I’m guessing).
I have no idea where it came from, maybe I just haveCroquet in the blood. I’ve never been very good at any sports, however it now seems that I have wasted my whole life on a career in wine.
I should have been playing professional Croquet this whole time!
After the spectacular carnage that resulted in me completely annihilating the competition, and thensubsequently having to be convinced by my wife that in fact I
going to quit my day job in order topursue a career in Croquet, the sun had gone down, and it was time to head back to our host’s house.
For the few years preceding his birth, Mr. Lou Irwin’s Uncle gave him a bottle of wine each year, and not just
bottle of wine, as we are about to find out.
The first bottle which I
wait to open
1976Sterling Vineyards Cabernet(Magnum).
Lou already hadconcerns that the wine had become a vinegar-like substance,due to it being moved amongstmultiple locations, and notnecessarily stored in atemperature controlledenvironment. The
level of the bottle was fairly low, but no lower than what I would have expected. The“ullage” in a wine bottle is the space between the wine and the bottom of thecork. Over time, this space becomes larger as the wine is exposed to oxygen.The cork was well and truly soaked all the way through, but I managed toremove the whole thing without too much breaking off into the bottle.Next, fingers-crossed as I went to smell the
for the first time, and what do you know!?!?!
The wine was still good!!!
Admittedly showingearth, truffle and tree bark, but there was still plenty of great dark fruit there. Ithink we may have just missed this wine by 3-4 years, but it was still VERY enjoyable!