The Myth of the Showroom Was Way Hardcore

The store is now open. Nobody’s slept much in the past few months at Randall Scott, as we’ve been feverishly remodeling our retail space for the opening of our first concept showroom. Instead of hiring professionals to renovate the space, we rounded up our friends and some local artists to do the job, which we thought was brilliant until we actually started working.

All the fixtures came in about two months ago, and we were psyched, until we realized all the instructions were in Italian. Watching The Godfather didn’t help, but 3,000 Spike Energy Drinks and 241 Roxette songs later, the concept showroom was finished. So we celebrated the opening with some Capri Suns and Ballpark Franks………Here’s some pics.



In the showroom we have a few Kiosks where you can shop online while knocking back a few cups of Folgers.





There are also a few flatscreens for your viewing pleasure, and yes, that's Molly Ringwold in Pretty in Pink on the left with Rad playing in HD on the right.




Here's the Big Dog himself cruising the store with one of the Tees designed by our neighborhood artists, and if you look close you might be able to see Hasslehof's head shot inside the "D".



Our neighborhood artists, the boys from Joyengine, after a hard day of changing room Graffiti - and we'd like to congratulate Lucian (second from left) on being the answer to the age old question, "what do women want?"

The finished dressing room, complete with green stool and no door - amazing






From Left: Grilling Queen Sam Mishkin, The Boss, Fat MacNamee ordering more food to feed Fat Brattles (on the chair)

So we'd just like thank everyone who lived at 2897 Mapleton for the past few months trying to get this puppy open - much appreciated. And a sincerely special thanks to Joyengine who's mastery of 80's kitsch brought the showroom straight to 1984.

So, if you're in the Boulder area stop and check us out at 29th and Mapleton.

Red Sox Lose Opener, Boston on Suicide Watch

Curt Schilling has a new change up, and it’s about as elusive as David Ortiz on a skateboard. The Schill on the Hill gave up about five earned in four innings, ruined my fantasy team’s ERA, and had every Bostonian wearing tie wondering if they should just end it right now.

The vaunted offense didn’t inspire too much confidence either. Lugo, the new leadoff, ran out of ways to strike out after the sixth inning. Maybe we’ll have to give Coco another shot it – oh, he went 0 for 3 and is battling Varitek for the most awkward swing the MLB. Looks like The Greek God of Walks, Kevin Youkilis, may have to spend another year in the one slot and further his legacy as the only leadoff man in baseball history to run a 6.8sec forty.

(Slow Down Man)

Maybe I’m being a little harsh. I know we only scored one run, but we were facing Gil Meche, the KC ace, who last year had a sparkling ERA approaching 6.0 and a fastball that almost hits 90 sometimes.

At least we got to hear Remdog’s diatribe on bag lunches, and I could smell the fresh cut grass now that NESN broadcasts in HD.

If Epstein would ever answer my phone calls he’d realize that sending Papelbon to BALCO and having him pitch eight innings a game would almost guarantee a World Series birth, and in interleague play he’d probably be good for 20+ homers.

To end on a brighter note - my seven year old cousin came over while I was watching the game, and as I watched her cruise around the living room there was one thought that kept popping into my head and bringing a huge smile across my face, “she’s never seen the Yankees win the World Series.”