The Sports Bar in Phoenix Mills used to be a regular haunt, at one point of time. Especially when we used to work at CNBC. The boss used to take us there a coupla times for 'treats' and all, and we would sit one this huge couch at one corner, throw darts, play pool, drink beer and exchange silly jokes. Then the CNBC days got over, and Sports Bar kinbda became... distant. Even though I still worked and lived a stone's throw away... And so later it became a kind of a feel-good factor, a memory thing - of when all of us would get together, pop some corn, chug a few beers, not worry about potbellies and sing along with Paul Young.
This is from the last time Sharon and I went over to Sports Bar.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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