Why'd we name it after Tommy J? Well, one night a few years back we were sitting at Toppers bar and grill in Greencastle, Indiana, when ole Tommy Jeff himself (or the ghost of...who can really say, it was a Wednesday and I usually head to Toppers for my first one around 2 pm on Wednesdays) stumbles in. He sees me wearing this and marches right up to my barstool, stares deep into the pit of my soul for an uncomfortably long 3.5 seconds, spits his tobacco juice on the floor at my feet, chuckles, buys a round of brandy, shoots it with me, leans up to my ear and says "game recognize game," walks off, never saw him again. Crazy night.
Why'd we name it after Tommy J? Well, one night a few years back we were sitting at Toppers bar and grill in Greencastle, Indiana, when ole Tommy Jeff himself (or the ghost of...who can really say, it was a Wednesday and I usually head to Toppers for my first one around 2 pm on Wednesdays) stumbles in. He sees me wearing this and marches right up to my barstool, stares deep into the pit of my soul for an uncomfortably long 3.5 seconds, spits his tobacco juice on the floor at my feet, chuckles, buys a round of brandy, shoots it with me, leans up to my ear and says "game recognize game," walks off, never saw him again. Crazy night.
