Daddy Winebucks

Although I’m not the biggest baseball fan in the world, I am a big fan of two of Phladelphia’s sports teams, the Flyers and Eagles (I also have to give a shout out to the Penn State Nittany Lions for whom my allegiances are truly owed).  So it’s with a small amount of excitement that the Phils are nine innings away from the city’s first Championship team in TWENTY-FIVE years.

What’s more remarkable is that in the past quarter century, Philadelphia, one of only eleven burgs in the US with teams in all four major sports, this represents a full 100 seasons without a championship.

While I’ve not been bold enough to jump on the bandwagon while the Phillies stand poised to change our luck, I’ll be watching tonight and hoping they give the town what it so richly deserves.

But if I know my fellow Philly sports fans, they won’t feel good about it until they are actually standing curbside while the victory parade passes them by.  We’re just not programmed for optimism…

Last night I watched most of the home run derby with a few glasses of a 2003 Tempranillo from a winery called Raimat.  Being an older vintage, I’m going to assume that Jason is right when he suggests that wines like this, sold at Trader Joe’s are simply overages for the winery or distributor.

At $5.99 it falls near the normal price points they seem to have for Spanish wines and I was looking for something good in a five year old wine.

The nose was somewhat vegetative, but not in a Burgundian way though.  It was more a clean smell of a green vegetable (pepper?).  It was a bit tannic for me, certainly hot for a wine clocking in at a reasonable 13%.  The finish was pleasant, something resembling a smooth Jamie Moyers curveball.  When good, hard to hit, but in the later innings a pitch that could be smashed anywhere on the field.

For those following the baseball analogies, what I meant to suggest was that this wine could have been better.  If I was not clear, I’ll just state it this way:

SINGLE

P.S.  Go Phils!