Jun 25th, 2004
McFaddens
When I was a wee girl at Georgetown, I would often hear about Champs, a legendary bar where football players, lacrosse players, and their freshmen groupies would gather to drink cheap beer and engage in conversation that had all the trappings of the banter one might hear in a special-education class.
Actually, I’m not giving the special education students enough credit.
It had all the trappings of the banter one might hear in a philosophy class and it smelled like a French whorehouse. Not that I know what a French whore house smells like, mind you, it’s just that I think French people smell bad and whores smell bad, so two and two equals, well, you know how that one goes…
I went once or twice and I never scored. Then again, that was pretty much par for the course in my social life, so I guess I shouldn’t hold that against Champs.
What can I say? It was dirty, the girls were annoying, and there were a bunch of meatheads lumbering around like drunken golems. Then again, the beer was fairly cheap and a lot of guys (not me) got luck there.
Well, if Champs was to grow up, it would indubitably become McFaddens - a cleaner, more sophisticated (if one can use the word “sophisticated” in this situation) version of Champs, where the former College athletes have gotten fat and bald and become republicans, yet the intrinsic “meat-market” quality that was always associated with Champs, has not disappeared completely.
No, don’t be scared, it’s actually quite amusing as long as you go with the understanding that you are not going to have an interesting conversation with anyone on any topic other than politics, law firms, or money.
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