I am Twilight. I am The Shadows. I am A Focused Instrument Of Pure
Revenge. But I also inherited a vast fortune that allowed me to attend
some of the finest schools in America and be on the guest list of any
party worldwide. So naturally, I golf.
The citizens have
come to know the flashing red light high above the rooftops. The light
of the Twilight Tracer 3-pack Lighted Golf Balls. Those who are
innocent, they smile, knowing that it is a slow night and I have time
to practice my swing. Those who are guilty, they cower, knowing that my
wrath at being interrupted is a hazard no sand trap will ever equal.
well-considered shots light the city, my city. She is My Mother, My
Lover, My Waitress, My Babysitter, The Lady Across The Street Who Never
Closes Her Blinds. Some people say I have women issues, but I don't see
The Twilight Tracer 3-pack Lighted Golf Balls are
programmed to flash at a rate of 7.2 flashes per second. Each ball is
regulation, but with an inner core of proprietary circuitry and a
lithium battery. The cover is Surlyn, the choice of the golf industry
for decades. I keep spares in my utility belt and my custom-built golf
cart. My tools, my weapons, my armor, aiding me on the war to win the
perfect game. Oh, and crime. I'm all about crime.
Twilight. I am The Shadows. When they see the Twilight Tracer 3-pack
Lighted Golf Balls they mark my passing and tremble at how close they
might have been. Mother. Father. I bring justice to silence the
screams, your screams, that I hear in my head. But can you just keep it
down for a second here? This is a really hard putt.
What is it with you guys? Yesterday we had those <a href="http://shirt.woot.com/Friends.aspx?k=5665">poor terrified lemons</a>
and today we're watching a marshmallow turn into Harvey Dent. Is that
how you all spend your afternoons? If we looked through your notebooks,
would it be filled with pictures of spoon-stabbed grapefruits weeping
sour tears and tiny cupcakes screaming as they bang hopelessly against
the walls of an Easy-Bake Oven? Do you line up your broccoli in front
of the steamer and demand it answer you or face <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAn7baRbhx4">the consequences</a>? What sort of twisted gourmands walk our streets in secret?
This shirt was designed by:
our forums friend JadenKale, who, like the vegetable she is named
after, posts pretty much all the time. We're glad you're here, JK, but
honestly, we're worried and think maybe you should go for a bike ride
or something. Your collard green cousins miss you.
Wear this shirt:
when you're going to be out in the sun. Maybe it will remind you to put
on sunscreen every few hours. No one wants to risk their health.
Don't wear this shirt:
If you're planning to go drinking with a friend in a graham cracker
shirt and a friend in a square of chocolate shirt. Unless you're into
This shirt tells the world: "I have no nutritional value whatsoever and yet am loved by millions!"
Here's that other Dry Creek deal we promised this week.
Now that you've seen what Dry Creek Vineyard can do with <a href="http://wine.woot.com/Blog/ViewEntry.aspx?Id=4919">their signature whites</a>,
it's time to turn to the dark side. If you think Dry Creek's expertise
is limited to Fum� Blanc, these two reds have a bone to pick with you.
And believe us, you do not want to make enemies out of them.
meet these red rebels, with chips on their shoulders and 100% Dry Creek
Valley pedigrees. As dark and brooding as its name suggests, the Dry
Creek Valley 2003 Mood Hill Cabernet Sauvignon is a wine with secrets.
It may take a while to get to know it. But if you can persuade it to
let its guard down, to lower its mask of sullen indifference, you'll
find a luscious, juicy heart of black cherry and plum.
a boy named Sue, being called "petite" has only made the Dry Creek
Valley 2003 Petite Sirah even tougher. There's nothing petite about its
rich, dense, muscular dark fruit flavors and rigidly structured
tannins. This is one two-fisted, bare-knuckled, rip-snorting roadhouse
brawler of a wine from the mean streets of the DCV9 Estate
Vineyard in the Dry Creek Valley. It's crying out for red meat. Let its
black cherry and pepper flavors linger on the finish just as long it
pleases...we sure wouldn't tell it to leave.
And if you're one of those Zinfandel fans wondering where this AVA's
flagship red is, well, Dry Creek Vineyard often uses this selfsame
Petite Sirah as a blending ingredient in Zinfandel. It isn't every
vintage that's good enough to warrant bottling on its own. This one was.
you intrigued by this glimpse of Dry Creek's dark side? Excited? Even a
little scared? Of course you are. But if you can handle it, the
forbidden thrills and esoteric pleasures of the dark side will take you
to new heights of wine ecstasy. So take that nice Fum� Blanc home to
meet mom - but have a little fun with these wild, untamed reds first.
We won't tell if you don't.
2003 Mood Hill Cabernet Sauvignon
Grapes: 100% Cabernet Sauvignon
Appellation: 100% Dry Creek Valley
Production: 426 cases
Harvest: September 23 - October 9, 2003
Fermentation: Fermented 21 days at 85º F
Barrel Aging: 20 months in French and American oak
Total Acidity: 0.64
Residual Sugar: Dry
2003 Petite Sirah
Grapes: 100% Petite Sirah
Appellation: Dry Creek Valley
Production: 429 cases
Harvest: October 2, 2003
Fermentation:Fermented 18 days at 85º F
Barrel Aging: 30 months in American oak, 45% new oak
Alcohol: 13.3% Total Acidity: 0.46
pH 3.70 Residual Sugar: Dry