Down Goes Isenberg!
posted by Large
Masians, I have news, and no it is not of my feelings on the unexpected defeat of Alfredo Angulo.
I confess I haven’t even seen the Cintron/Angulo mindboggler yet, nor have I seen Berto/Urango, which, if the reports I’m hearing are true, was not a bad one to miss at all.
I missed the fights because on Saturday night, along with a few other Masians of note (Kopper, Morty Bravo), I was at a wedding party for a gentleman friend of mine with whom you may be familiar, the one and only C.I., I-berg, the I-berglar, the Philosopher King of No Mas, Mr. Where the Hell Is My Phone himself, Christopher Isenberg.
Our Chris got married on Friday night to his longtime lady companion, Zoe Sakoutis, at Pete’s Candy Store in Williamsburg, where the two of them first met after a Black Betty softball game all those years ago. At the service, the bride was unspeakably gorgeous, and the Berglar resplendent in an Italian suit so clearly expensive that I was left with no choice but to assume that someone had given it to him.
There were jitters. During the pre-bout lunch at Bamonte’s, a wave of anxiety took the groom outside for some air while the rest of his groomsmen ate their eggplant rolatini in peace and every now and then muttered “stugots” as if we knew what that meant. (To keep this missive on topic, I include to the right a shot from the men’s at Bamonte’s – Willie Pep looks on while you piss at that place – better rest-room decor I have never laid eyes on).
But like the able cornermen that we are, we got our man to the ring on time. And like the battle-tested pro that he is, once the bell rang, our boy gave a very sound account of himself. Ole Morty favored us with some Gregory Corso in between rounds, and stories were told of I-berg’s legendary incompetence in the water, even when wearing floaties.
Afterwards we went for dinner at a local spot and continued the revelry. Big Steve, I-berg’s dad, recited Larkin (always welcome in Large Land), and renowned literary critic and ever-so-slightly less renowned pun-spinner Christoper Ricks, the I’s namesake, kept Morty and I in stitches all night with a never-ending stream of hilarious anecdotes and observations.
Saturday night we partied at the Battery Park Gardens, and later on (much later on) in the glorious penthouse suite of the Maritime where a little Cuban ensemble performed and the New York City skyline went about its shimmery business and at one point I-berg and his bride grinded so slowly and salaciously in front of me that I think there is a very good chance that I am now pregnant.
I saw them off this afternoon on their honeymoon to Barcelona. They were exhausted and disorganized and without question very pleased with themselves. As well they should be. Send them your fondest wishes, and celebrate their happiness, cause I tell you, I seen the two of them up close with my own foggy eyes and I detected serious happiness in my midst. As Apollo whispered to Rocky right after the final bell tolled on Creed/Balboa I, “ain’t gonna be no rematch.” Unlike Apollo and the Rock, however, I’m quite certain this thing is one and done, till death do they part. And to that I say, with all of my heart… Mazel tov.
(Check back tomorrow here at the Mas, because I’ll be introducing a new columnist to these shores, who with his first foray into Masylvania is sure to provoke with his feelings on Lil Floyd the Philanderer.)
June 1st, 2009 at 4:46 pm
Congrats I-Berg
June 1st, 2009 at 8:10 pm
That was beautiful, Large.
Congrats C.I. If you’re half as good a husband as you are a t-shirt designer, well then, I’m betting on you being the husband of the century. Damn, I love those shirts.
Much happiness to both of you.
June 1st, 2009 at 10:32 pm
this is awesome,
in the past year, Ariel, Me and CI have gotten married.
with lil Reggie already out.
one of our offspring has to at least win a golden gloves.
June 1st, 2009 at 10:33 pm
ps
Congrats Chris.
you have best wishes from my wife and i.
June 2nd, 2009 at 4:05 am
congrats…sounds like an awesome time was had…she looks like a stunner
June 2nd, 2009 at 4:45 am
“The horror of wedlock, the most appalling, the most loathsome of all the bonds humankind has devised for its own discomfort and degradation.”
-Marquis De Sade
I always like to drop some quotes from ole Marquis at weddings to balance out all the good vibes, none of my friends seem to appreciate it. I figure I’d try one out on the Masians.
June 2nd, 2009 at 7:15 am
It was a blast. My wife had run a half marathon that morning, so I let her go to bed at the end of the reception, and I didn’t make it back from the Maritime afterparty until 4:20 AM. Slight doghouse ensued, as I was ill-equipped to play with my 2 year old at 6:15 AM when she woke up. I was also ill-equipped to take down solid food for the next 12 hours. It was worth it….
June 2nd, 2009 at 7:16 am
congrats to mr. and mrs. isenberg. good shit, largo.
June 2nd, 2009 at 11:33 am
Sounds like a festive and joyous event – as the “happiest day of your life” should be. Congrats to Chris and his lady. I had the pleasure to meet the new Mrs. No Mas while drinking with CI and Large – and I wish the happy couple nothing but the best.
My Mrs. and I also honeymooned in Barcelona – ah yes, El Raval, La Rambla, the Gaudi buildings – does not seem like it was five years ago.
June 2nd, 2009 at 11:59 am
Congrats, well done on the Barca honeymoon, I opted for Roma instead but it was a close call.
June 3rd, 2009 at 2:36 am
Congrats I-Berg, I wish you only the best.
@Brad:
Good stuff man, have to try some Marquis-quotes myself on the next wedding
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June 3rd, 2009 at 9:16 am
CI and Zoe looked like they were enjoying the bonds humankind has devised, all weekend long. In fact, I didn’t see any sign of Sadism. Did I miss a switch to leather at the after party? Cause the hangout session in the park was all mellow sunshine, all day Sunday, perfect for lazing and basking and sleeping it off.
June 3rd, 2009 at 10:07 am
“She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.”
-Marquis de Sade
Like I said. Not everyone appreciates my Marquis quotes or for that matter my Hunter S. Thompson quotes at weddings. To me they seem strangely appropriate.
June 9th, 2009 at 6:23 am
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June 11th, 2009 at 6:58 pm
My baby, Zoe, marries only the beast! Uh, I meen, the best. My best to the beast and the beauty in Barcelona. Don’t forget to come home…………or, you’re grounded! xxxooo love you as a team!