Here I sit on a Sunday evening in late August. I’m on my back porch with one big rock in a glass, a dash of bitters, a muddled sugar cube, and some Bulleit Rye zested with fresh orange. Yeah, I like my Old Fashioneds with rye versus bourbon or whiskey. I know it might not sound super appetizing as you read this on Monday morning, but after some yardwork in the Arizona heat, this feels just right.
It’s typically after an Old Fashioned when I start thinking about the Phoenix Suns. My thoughts meander as I do the ‘old speak-to-text in a Google Doc like the Phoenix breeze.