Thursday, April 19, 2012

Dunk Tank challenge - knock me down three times in a row at Dunwoody Lemonade Days and win $50.00 cash


Sunday afternoon I am once again slated to be sitting in the dunk tank at Lemonade Days for about 30 minutes as are a few of the other suckers local politicians and men about town. The money raised will be going to the Dunwoody Preservation Trust to help repair the Donaldson Bannister House so hopefully there are a few people who would want to have the opportunity to "put us in our place".

To sweeten the deal, I am offering $50.00 to the first person who can hit the target and dunk me three consecutive times.  I've done this several times with no one taking my money but Police Chief Billy Grogan came close on the 4th of July with my son Gavin coming back for more on Sunday.

$50 bucks says you throw like wild thing.


SATURDAY
Name                                Time
Elvis                                 Noon - 12:30
Police Chief Grogan        12:30 - 1:00
Bob Freeman                   1:00 - 1:30
Brent Morris                    1:30 - 2:00
Jim Showety                    2:00 - 2:30
Steve Fortenberry            2:30 - 3:00
Tom Bass                         3:00 - 3:30
Bob Mullen                      3:30 - 4:00
Dave Lupoli                     4:00 - 4:30
Rich Dolder                     4:30 - 5:00

SUNDAY
Name                                Time
Jeff Black                         Noon - 12:30
Bob Fiscella                     12:30 - 1:00
Brent Walker                    1:00 - 1:30
John Heneghan                1:30 - 2:00
Denny Shortal                  2:00 - 2:30
Tom Lapena                     2:30 - 3:00
Warren Hutmacher          3:00 - 3:30
???? Volunteer Needed    3:30 - 4:00
???? Volunteer Needed    4:00 - 4:30
???? Volunteer Needed    4:30 - 5:00

8 comments:

DunwoodyTalk said...

I'll see you there, bring a towel.

GaryRayBetz said...

No wonder you put up fifty bucks, as the only thing that will probably put you in the drink, big man, is a couple of 16-inch Chicago softballs, but unfortunately for you, I'm perhaps the one man within 700 miles of Atlanta that is so equipped.

You bet I'll be there Sunday to collect your easy money!

John Heneghan said...

Gary, 700 miles might be a little bit off.

Here is an official 16 inch, Chicago style softball where there are no mitts allowed on the field. The ball starts the game as hard as a league ball and by the fourth inning it is usually the consistency of a pillow.

GaryRayBetz said...

Please, John, don't make me have to one up you, by forcing me to post a picture of my own deBeer Clinchers.

Just admit that anyone outside of the Chicago area, who might inadvertently be in possession of one of these 16-inchers, wouldn't know what to do with them, with the exception of you, me, and Crazy Bob (you'll recall that broken-knuckled giant hooligan who followed me down from Chicago). Even Billy Ray was wanting to wear a mitt.

Daughter of the Poet said...

Funky Ceili (Bridie's Song)

Bridie was teaching out in Carysfort
I was working in the bank
2 pay checks every Friday
And a Morris Minor out the back

But I was mad for jigs and reels
Drinking dirty big pints of stout
When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot
They said, "Don't let the door hit your ass
On the way out"

Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee
I was born to play the funky Ceili
Over the seas and far away, off to America
Fiddlee, diddlee, deidely, dee
Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me

Think of me, Bridie
Whenever you see me there on your MTV
I love you, a cushla but how could I be
Without me punky, funky Ceili­

Bridie broke down and started to bawl
When I told her about me divorce from the bank
She said I've got news of me own a stor
I'm 2 months late, it's not with the rent

She said I'd have to be tellin' her da
So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork
The ould fella said "You've got two choices
Castration or a one way ticket to New York"

So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue
Still in one piece but glad I'm alive
Drinking dirty big glasses of porter
Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides

Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober
Which isn't too often, I have to confess
Take good care of the Morris Minor
Bad luck to your da
And give the baby a great big kiss
From his daddy in the Bronx

Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you, girl
Does the baby look like me, Bridie?
Has he have red hair and glasses?
Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor
Come on out to America, girl

The pubs never close over here
I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue
I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl
We can stay in it and make babies forever

Laurence Kirwan

John Heneghan said...

Sunday was cold for sitting in a dunk booth, the wind was rough and after a while I was hoping to be dunked vs sitting in the cold breeze.

No one took my $50.00 but two people did come close by hitting me two in a row, one of which was an 8 year old boy so that added some excitement. I had a good time at it and the hot shower afterward felt great as I rushed off to another event.

Daughter, my bride and I once had the pleasure of being early to a Black 47 concert in a small bar in Chicago back when we were dating and meeting Larry over a pint.

I still remember standing in the front row and pointing out my red hair and glasses as he sung that line. Odd that you would pull that out of your bag of tricks?

Black 47 "Funky Céilí"

GaryRayBetz said...

John, you're just lucky that I did not show!

But word on the mean streets had it that your three loyal and stalwart sons were acting as your guardians and weren't going to let me anywhere near the drunk tank when their beloved Daidí was in it.

Daughter of the Poet said...

Brown Penny

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ay, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

William Butler Yeats