Now that Mr. B. plays football in middle school, I am repeatedly reminded of society’s double standard when it comes to alcohol vs marijuana. Not that he does either of those yet, but their culture affects football players in college and the pros and I’m sure some of it begins in high school.
“In the bizarre macho ethos of the NFL, alcoholism is ignored, pain killer abuse is encouraged and other violent, off-field behavior is winked at because these are byproducts of the kind of destructive masculinity that the NFL markets every Sunday. Marijuana, in contrast, is for hippies, beatniks and long-hairs.”
Via Drug WarRant.
Worth a read, even if it is in that execrable Lefty rag The Nation. The truth, of course, is that many college and NFL football players ignore the hippie label and smoke pot—as they have since high school.
They are (despite lefty slander) actually smart enough to know that the pot high is gentler than the alcohol one, less likely to make them belligerent or ill, and it fades away much sooner. Altogether, it’s the smarter way to get high, and way too many young players have their careers and lives ruined when some petulant thug from the badge gang arrests them for it.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Hm… your description of high one gets from weed matches my personal experience with good single malt. I have to do some price comparisons now, malt ain’t cheap 😉
Pot is selling for about $100 for half an ounce, in a college town like Austin, where demand is pretty high, so to speak. But a half ounce can get you stoned a lot more times than a fifth of scotch. Not that I would have any current experience, you understand. I hear things.
Alcohol always made me sick if I drank too much. I got my coveted (by college students, anyhow) five-liter pin at the Hofbrauhaus in Munich in 1964, staggered outside to catch a trolley and threw up in a mailbox. There was snow on the ground and it looked too pristine to spoil, to me, at the time, age 20, so I went to the mailbox so as not to make a mess. Heh.
I still think of it as my contribution to Hitler’s memory.
He he he. I know a person whose claim to fame is to throw up on Lenin’s bust on Korfu island.