Episode 108 brings in one of Mike's oldest friends, Sulf, who apparently has been "invited before"… according to Mike. The rest of us are hearing about it for the first time. Welcome to the show, Sulf.

The guys crack open Booker's 2025-03 "Jerry's Batch", while realizing that only ONE listener caught last week's sneaky Easter egg celebrating the anniversary of the Bottled in Bond Act. Either we're clever… or everyone skipped that part.

Sulf also reveals that he played fantasy football for the first time ever this year… and won the league, which immediately makes Mike and Alex dislike him on principle.

From there the stories spiral out of control:

• A camping trip at Detroit Lake that included throwing rocks at each other because no one could find a football (great idea).

• Sulf attempting a heroic catch… with his testicles.

• A guy who brought a wheelbarrow camping and promptly went end-over-end down a hill.

• Mike trying to befriend recently released prisoners at a campsite just in case "things went sideways."

But the highlight might be when Sulf admits he once sent Mike a surprise package from Shipadick.com — a pint glass full of tiny cardboard dicks with a note that simply said "Thinking of you."

Naturally, Mike assumed it was a company reaching out for advertising and called them to ask about a sponsorship. Unfortunately, they absolutely refuse to reveal who sent the dicks.

Ten minutes of investigative journalism later, the guys decide that if big brands won't sponsor the podcast… maybe anonymous dick delivery companies will.

The episode wraps with karaoke night memories and Mike learning an important life lesson: If you keep ordering whiskey, maybe finish the ones you already hid around the bar first.

🥃 Cheers.

This week on the Whiskey n Whine Podcast, Mike and Alex are joined by six-time guest (and poor decision enabler) Brian to recap their absolutely unhinged night at the Micro Mania Midget Wrestling event at the legendary Jubitz Truck Stop — specifically the equally iconic Ponderosa Lounge & Grill.

Four grown men. One Chevy Bolt. Zero dignity.

The boys caravaned from Tapphoria looking like a clown car headed to a midlife crisis convention. Brian secured what might be the most patriotic truck stop wallet ever created (American flag on one side, WSU Cougar on the other), and Mike immediately became the most complimented man in North Portland after buying a red, white, and blue Jubitz hat.

Inside the arena? People watching: 11/10. Regret: Pending.

One performer named Mini Diddy closed out the night with a baby oil–involved finishing move that we still can't legally describe. Mike somehow disappeared mid-event only to re-emerge IN THE RING getting hit with a pizza pan… which he then had signed by every wrestler like it was the Mona Lisa of poor decisions.

Meanwhile, Alex spirals over the mythical "extra fluffy" Jubitz shower towel and buys one on principle. It is neither fluffy nor new. It does, however, feature a mysterious bleach stain that no one can confidently identify.

Other highlights include:

• A bone chalice that looked stolen from a vampire's bachelor party

• Sean live-texting the episode trying to piece together what happened

• A discussion about converting Brian's wallet into a full 90s chain wallet

• The miracle that no one was left behind at the truck stop

If you love chaotic nights out, truck stop souvenirs, professional wrestling madness, and grown men making decisions like unsupervised teenagers — this one's for you.

Pour a drink. Hide your towels. And whatever you do… don't volunteer for the ring.

Episode 106 of Whiskey n Whine is just Mike and Alex this week, which means zero maturity and maximum dad logic.

Mike discovers the ultimate "Do Not Solicit" strategy — graduation signs in the front yard that silently scream we have no money left. Meanwhile, teenage boys continue eating like competitive athletes, destroying kitchens at midnight while using every pot, pan, and bowl known to mankind. Mike and Alex, on the other hand, have evolved into full-time leftover specialists, proudly reheating pizza directly in the box to avoid dirtying a plate.

The guys dive into bachelor-level survival habits, growing up with mismatched pint glasses, paper plates, and the slow realization that upgrading your dishes after 20 years might actually mean adulthood has arrived. Of course, the real milestone is passing all that old junk down to your kids — a proud family tradition.

After the break, things escalate as Mike and Alex plan what may be the most perfectly questionable Saturday ever: burn pile in the morning, steak dinner, and midget wrestling at the legendary Ponderosa truck stop and bar. From missed VIP tickets to claw machine gambling, roller-grill hot dogs, chicken fried steak, and the looming possibility of truck stop chaos, the guys prepare for what might truly be the height of entertainment.

Grab a drink and join Whiskey n Whine for stories about parenting, laziness, questionable decisions, and why dads everywhere eventually become human garbage disposals.

This week on Whiskey n Whine, Mike and Alex make a bold (and possibly irresponsible) parenting decision: invite Gen Z onto the podcast and test their knowledge of 1990s pop culture.

Alex's daughter McKenna and her friend Emery step into the danger zone as they face a full-blown 90s trivia quiz covering everything from The X-Files and Knight Rider to iconic movies, music, and the technological dark ages known as dial-up internet.

The results? Emotional damage.

The girls think the 90s happened sometime around the invention of fire, recognize half our childhood only through memes, and confidently rename KITT… Jamal. Or maybe Sheldon. Honestly, we blacked out a little.

They redeem themselves with Saturday Night Live, somehow know the first rule of Fight Club, and crush parts of the movie round — but things spiral when Alanis Morissette becomes "Alana Morrison" and the # symbol is officially declared a hashtag instead of a pound sign.

Mike and Alex attempt to explain AOL, ICQ, recording songs off the radio, and the universal trauma of yelling: "MOM, I'M ONLINE — HANG UP THE PHONE!"

We revisit Beanie Baby insanity, POGS confusion, Jurassic Park amber knowledge via roller coasters, and the absolute cultural collapse that occurs when someone admits they hate the cinematic masterpiece RAD.

By the end, we try explaining Y2K panic to two humans who have never lived without Wi-Fi… and realize our generation is now the one yelling answers at the radio.

If you grew up in the 90s, prepare to feel nostalgic, validated, and personally attacked.

🥃 Topics include: 90s nostalgia • Gen Z vs Millennials • dial-up internet • AOL Instant Messenger • Fight Club • Jurassic Park • TLC's "Waterfalls" • Saturday Night Live • Beanie Babies • Y2K panic • and why "talk to the hand" still matters.

Episode 104: The Annual Crab Feed and an Emergency Dump

It's our favorite holiday of the year: the Annual Crab Feed, where preparation is key, butter flows like water, and consequences are ignored entirely.

We record before the feast with big plans and empty stomachs, mentally training all week to eat, drink, and make poor decisions. There's a silent auction looming, and Alex becomes emotionally invested in a "Bat Boy for a Day" item—fully intending to purchase it so Mike can live his best subordinate life. Dreams are made. Dreams are crushed.

Post-crab feed, we return full, liquored up, and reckless, sipping McMenamins Billy the Yule Goat Whiskey (which earns a solid high silver, thank you very much). There's no leftover crab giveaway this year, so Mike and Alex do what any responsible adults would do: steal crab on an empty cookie tray and sprint out the back door like criminals fueled by melted butter.

This year, the players learned the strategy—just keep feeding Mike and Alex butter and crab until they can't resist. A Tapphoria regular, Nick, makes a bold late-game move by fleeing with two bottles of salad dressing as his prize, cementing his legacy.

The night winds down with sleepover prep, homemade Egg McMuffins for booze-soaked bellies, and the Winter Olympics—where SkyCam is cool but the drone audio sounds like a video game boss fight. Things grind to a halt when Mike has to leave mid-recording for an emergency dump, courtesy of butter-lubed pipes and zero regret.

Crab was eaten. Whiskey was rated. Dignity was lost. This is the episode your cardiologist warned you about.

In Episode 103 of Whiskey n Whine, Mike and Alex taste Pilot House Distilling's "Come Hell or High Water", an A-O American Light Whiskey aged in barrels that spent time on a fishing vessel off the Oregon coast — because aging whiskey on land just isn't adventurous enough anymore.

The guys debate an ill-advised plan to take a same-day train trip to Seattle for the NFC Championship, quickly realizing they are no longer built for all-day drinking marathons (Mike's Cleveland experience confirms this). Between sips, they discuss the beauty of a well-timed dive bar, especially when you're killing time during a high school dance competition.

Boat stories take a turn as Alex recalls a family fishing charter gone horribly wrong, featuring nonstop seasickness, four hours on the water, and at least one person puking over the side at all times. The conversation drifts to fresh fish and chips, fishing trips in Cabo that turned into full-on booze cruises, and feeding bait fish to a sea lion at the dock.

Travel trauma continues with stories from Scotland and England, including pickled onion chips, a rental car that never fully recovered, driving a right-hand-drive manual transmission, and a shared frustration with why beer in Europe is never cold enough on a hot day.

Episode 102 proves that civilization peaked when you could buy a salad bar day pass at Round Table Pizza and it's been downhill ever since.

We're drinking A-O American Light Whiskey from Astoria, Oregon, and somehow this episode still earns a Gold rating despite the absolute nonsense that follows. Oliver joins the podcast while in town testing to become a firefighter/EMS, and instead of easing him into our world, we pick him up from the airport and immediately drag him to a Vancouver dance competition. Welcome to the chaos, kid.

Oliver survives the shock thanks to Smokin Oak BBQ and gets a front-row seat to the endless shuffle between food, beer, and convention centers, which he finds hilarious while the rest of us question our choices. He's also relieved this isn't a high school competition, where food options are nonexistent and you're basically sentenced to Round Table Pizza. Again, RIP salad bar day passes. Society had it figured out.

It's a top-tier Sunday: NFL playoff football, whiskey pours, and chairs reclined just far enough to feel irresponsible. Alex roots for Indiana in the CFB championship purely out of spite because Michael Irvin exists, is deeply annoyed that Miami players get Lamborghinis, and assumes none of them could drive a manual if their lives depended on it.

Jenna has a flat tire on the way to the competition and is momentarily mesmerized by her dashboard lighting up like a Christmas tree until Kati tells her to pull the hell over. Her dad is on scene within 30 minutes, and we're honestly surprised there wasn't a jet hovering overhead.

We solve every problem the NFL has ever had (again), but shockingly nobody calls for our opinions. Mike dominates the dance comp scavenger hunt, finding items at lightning speed and discovering bonus chaos like an entire family wearing matching cat-print vests. We mentally prepare for the next round at a high school, discuss surviving the Oregon Convention Center while dodging tents, lunatics, and people with tails, and debate who Mike should write to about our continued Golden Globes snub.

Mike also invents a new breakfast item that could realistically save America: a twice-baked potato skin with an egg and salsa. And we all agree that if Seattle ever meets New England in the Super Bowl again, Marshawn Lynch needs to be signed to a one-day contract just to run the damn ball in and fix the timeline.

Gold whiskey. Loud opinions. Zero accountability.

It's Episode 101 and Mike is officially on his dance competition retirement tour. With Jackson away at college, Alex is "stuck" at home watching the dogs while Mike racks up five straight weeks of dance comps—and yes, he's thrilled about it.

To survive hours of waiting around, Mike and Alex invent the only thing that makes sense: Dance Comp Bingo. Squares include classics like a dancer crying, someone carrying a full order of coffee, and other things you can't unsee once you start looking.

Naturally, the conversation shifts to what really matters: food. Because food is the lifeblood of parents trapped at dance competitions. From Smokin Oak holding the line with brisket nachos, to Bloody Marys topped with a rib, sausage, and brisket-on-a-stick, the boys break down how to eat your way through comp season.

They also gear up for the annual Crab Feed episode coming in February—which just happens to land on Super Bowl weekend this year. Short episode, full strength Whiskey n Whine.

To celebrate the milestone, we're joined by Brian — friend of the pod, walking booze encyclopedia, and now official five-time guest, which means he's earned something special. A jacket? A trophy? A thong? We haven't decided yet, but he's definitely asking for a rider clause going forward.

Brian gifts the podcast a bottle of Stagg, which is harder to find than a quiet moment in Mike's house, and we immediately spiral into New Year Revolutions (not resolutions). Brian's family actively revolts against old habits and then reviews how badly they did last year. Alex doesn't do yearly goals at all — he's entered a new Taylor Swift–inspired phase of life: the Middle-of-the-Road Era. Staying between the lines counts as growth.

Brian explains that at this point in life he's basically an early-2000s Toyota Corolla — if you ignore the problems long enough, they eventually go away. Alex revisits the year he tried to get healthy and blew out his belly button, appearing nine months pregnant, while Mike offers the obvious fix: just hit it back in with a pan.

We hear stories from Brian's high school days working at the zoo, including how his resting bitch face earned him backstage access and how replacing an artist's tube socks with pink socks ended his zoo concert shopping career forever.

We also demand a modern GoldenEye re-release, learn about Brian's self-created Friend of the Year Award (which Mike and Alex immediately tried to destroy each other to win), and prepare Brian for his first-ever travel sports parent experience — advice delivered by the "sage and experienced duo" who absolutely do not sugarcoat it.

It's everything Whiskey n Whine has ever been: great whiskey, great friends, questionable advice, and stories that somehow made it to Episode 100.

🥃 Cheers to 100.

It's the Best of 2025, and somehow none of us are in prison — so we're calling that a win.

This episode is a greatest-hits compilation of the stories that made us laugh the hardest, question our life choices, and seriously consider deleting old recordings. Mike kicks things off with a Vegas rental car decision that involved removing Jeep doors and checking them at a hotel like luggage. Dario walks us through ringing in New Year's Eve in Italy… then immediately dragging an entire tour group wine tasting the next day.

Joanna, Kati, Michelle, and Christina lose it over the revelation that Michelle's stepmom joined the Rajneesh cult strictly for the sex and drugs portion. Kevin and Aidan connect the dots between Jackson's San Diego dorm and the very convenient nude beach just half a mile away.

Then the Massholes take over with five stories that somehow escalate each time: drunkenly cutting down a tree in a parking lot, accidentally burning down their own house (and only realizing it by chasing fire trucks), dyeing a passed-out guy's hair green on St. Patrick's Day, being forced to shovel snow to pay off open bar tabs, and Frank getting hit with a frying pan in the name of "calming down."

To round it out, Alex, Matt, and Mike officially cement their legacy by creating the Caribou Handjob definition for Urban Dictionary — because of course they did.

If you're new here, welcome. If you've been here all year, we're sorry. Either way, pour a drink and enjoy the madness.