The Cape Cod Dive Bar Tournament Great Eight – Voting Is Open!

By Hippie

23 Apr


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There are definitely a few surprises developing in The Cape Cod Dive Bar Tournament, with a few question marks left on the board. Can a place as nice as Flynn’s truly be considered a dive? Is Zachary’s run in this tournament a direct result of the glory of boobies? While these questions remain unanswered there is certainly some cream rising to the top at this point of the tourney.

We will have more information for you about the Cape Wide Pub Crawl later this week, where we will visit a dive bar in every town on Cape Cod in one day.

For now let’s get to voting, make sure to share after you vote so your favorite place gets their due.

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A Boston Strong THANK YOU

By Glitter Ginger

22 Apr


*This was on the inside cover of a pack given to all runners when you picked up your number, it also contained a bracelet made from a piece of banner from the finish line last year

I begin this post by first stating that I don’t know a single person who wasn’t somehow affected by the Boston Marathon bombings. This is my story and I share it for no other reason than to hopefully pass on two important lessons that I unfortunately had to learn through the single most horrifying, traumatic and life changing experience I’ve ever witnessed.

Those lessons are to first; never neglect to see the good in people and second; don’t wait for something awful to happen in order to realize how loved, valued and important you are. I had the unfortunate timing to have been waiting for a friend at the finish line of the 2013 Boston Marathon. Roughly 5 minutes before the first bomb went off, I posted a picture on Facebook of a group of marines crossing the finish line carrying all of their gear and a giant American Flag, quoting their dedication and perseverance. I don’t need to go into detail about what happened next.

The experience of being at the finish line last year is one I’ll never be able to erase from my mind. The sights, smells and screams are something I still have nightmares about. I’ve become a very anxious, jumpy and often irritable person. But with the help of the people I’m about to mention and thank, I made it my mission this year to somehow find the good in it all and come out on top.

For those who aren’t avid runners or just aren’t familiar with marathons in general; the Boston Marathon, even before the bombings, has always been one of the most physically challenging and most difficult marathons to get into in the Country. Typically, the only way to gain entrance is to qualify via a pre-approved marathon, outside of Boston, with a ridiculous completion time or have your entrance accepted through a pre-approved charity, where you then have to raise a minimum of $5,000 to compete.

I got into the 2014 Boston Marathon via a special invitational entrance bid that the Boston Athletic Association created for the first time in its 118 years of existence. In order to qualify for entrance you had to have previously run a marathon and, what I found to be even harder, write a 500 word essay on how the Boston Marathon bombings affected you. For someone who writes as much as I, you’d think 500 words would be easy; it took me three weeks. I only told two people I entered, and even then I waited months until I spoke up. Thousands of applicants; hundreds with stories and experiences I’m sure similar, if not worse, than mine. I never in a million years thought I’d be chosen, but I was.

I just want to run. I want to run for me, I want to run for Boston and I want to run for everyone that no longer can or had to relearn how as a result of that day. The hardest part for me has been accepting the fact that although I wasn’t physically injured, that doesn’t mean I don’t have scars. I was hurt that day. My life was changed. And like Jord told me, now I have to use it.

*The above excerpt from my entrance essay was published and now hangs in the Boston Marathon memorial at the Boston Public Library

Before I continue I want to make it known that just admitting the fact that I’ve been so dramatically affected by something that ended lives, took limbs and left countless others physically impaired, has taken me 12 months to admit. I felt undeserving of such trauma and heart ache because I was lucky enough to not have suffered any serious physical injury and that all of my loved ones made it home safe that day. But for someone who is so used to being unemotional, happy and carefree – what happened that day changed my life.

Training was a nightmare. As if the snow and ice, old injuries, torn TI band, broken toes and a dislocated hip didn’t make it hard enough, I also had a lot of mental and emotional things I was trying to work through as well.

But I did it. I ran the 2014 Boston Marathon. And not only did I do it; I did it twice. I trained and completed two full marathons in less than 6 months.

But I didn’t do it alone. I did it with every single person that reached out, shared a thought or gave me a pat on the back this past year, and those are the people this post is for. It’s with nothing but love, sincerity and genuine gratitude that I thank the below;

My parents: Thank you for supporting me even when I pushed myself, and my body, way past the point of unhealthy. Thank you for giving me the privilege of taking a time-out from work and life to move home and refocus. You never discouraged or told me I couldn’t do it, and that alone was enough to keep me going.

My sisters: Lindsay: all of the emotional support you provided in addition to the texts and reminders of how important I am to you and your kids provided the motivation I desperately needed at times. I love you for always listening and standing up for me, and for being my biggest supporter. Pook: to this day I don’t know why or how your phone number was the only one I could remember when that man’s cell phone came around and everyone only had one chance at a call, but you were clearly on my mind at a moment of sheer panic. The unconscious dialing and message I left you goes to show how much I love and trust you.


Juan: I don’t even know where to begin. All we went through that day, all of the fear paired with chaos, panic and confusion. You never flinched. When I think of strength and compassion, I think of you. You got us, your family, your beautiful wife’s family; all of brought us through this. When that first bomb went off, then the second..we all looked at you for direction. By staying calm, by exhibiting and showing that we needed to focus on helping other people and remaining nothing but collected throughout the entire day, YOU got us through that. I’ll never forget it, and to say I’m thankful you’ve become a part of my family is an understatement.

Hadrien, Kate, Ben, Jose, Juliana, the Molina’s & the Mansfield’s: I know I don’t have to put into words what that day, that experience, the feelings, everything means to us. Just know that I think of you guys every time I remember that day, and your hugs, kind words and support prove that we’ll always be there for each other. I’ll never take that for granted.

My best friends: I’ve always known how blessed I was to have you in my life. Through every heart break, bad day, job change and crisis you’ve been there. But nothing, and I repeat absolutely nothing, prepared me for all you did this past year.

Dana: your hourly texts, emails and phone calls checking in to make sure I’m okay remind me that I’m truly never alone and that I always have someone in my corner. Just one look and I know you can read my mind.

Selby: Your fearlessness in asking me questions immediately followed with sympathy and hugs, laying by my side in a Xanax induced zombie state…you made me comfortable in a situation that I didn’t know how to work through.

Kristen: the patience and understanding you’ve shown while listening to me cry about things out of my control is nothing short of amazing. You always have a way of making me feel better, even from thousands of miles away.

Brigid: thank you for never questioning when I have an unsolicited panic attack, but always promising to get me wherever I need to go and to never arrive alone. You helped me feel normal when I felt like no one understood and that I’d never belong again.

Mary: Thank you for teaching me how to run, reminding me when to give my body a break and for always being at the finish line, even if it means flying to Chicago. Thank you for always understanding when I’m emo and sharing in the frustration and the heartache.

Amanda: thank you for coming to Chicago and recognizing how hard that race was for me and acknowledging all the commitment it took. Your confidence in my ability brought me to the finish.

Liz: You always seemed to be the lucky one who ended up with me after a night of heavy drinking when the tears would flow and the feelings I suppressed for months would come pouring out. Thank you for wiping my tears, always giving the best advice and for supporting me through this crazy journey. Thank you for hosting my family so they could be at the finish line yesterday – those moments were something I’ll never forget.

Jordan: the first person I called when I finally got home after hours of being stuck in the city, the one who sat on the other end of the phone and let me cry until I fell asleep. Thank you for letting me lean on you so heavily this year and for always being brutally honest, for telling me like it is and for teaching me how to channel all of this into something bigger than me. Thank you for always being at my side and putting things into perspective in a way that others can’t. Your name is now hanging in the Boston Public Library and I can’t think of anyone more deserving of that.

Justin: Thank you for staying in constant contact with me that day, relaying information to make me feel as safe as I could and for checking in on me even weeks after.

My former roommates: Liz; I’ll never forget the moment you finally walked in the door. You didn’t even put your purse down; you just came straight into my room, found me on the floor and held me while I cried. Ali; you’re the sole reason I finally sought out the professional help I needed to get back to me, and literally held my hand the entire time. Thank you both for knowing when to leave me alone and when to be there. For never getting angry when I was short or rude and for loving me for who I am.

My previous bosses Jen & Courtney: Thank you for allowing me time off to work through everything and for never making me feel like I was a burden. Thank you for the understanding you showed during the many, many mistakes and mental breakdowns upon my return and also for the support and encouragement in my very difficult decision to resign and take time to heal.

Lindsay B: In the short amount of time we’ve known each other you’ve provided more support, encouragement and compassion than some people I’ve known my whole life. Thank you for always listening, making me laugh and for standing in the rain with me while I cried like a fool during the Memorial service on April 15th.

My Real Cape Family: Without even really knowing me that well, you all rallied behind me, shot me messages of encouragement and hugged me every time I walked into a room without uttering the slightest sympathy that you KNOW I hate. Your acknowledgements further validated that you’re the best group of guys a girl could ever hope of working with. Thank you for supporting me and letting me use this website as my outlet to heal and move on.

To everyone above and those I’m sure I missed; I never had to ask any of you to be there because you were by my side before I even knew I needed you. THANK YOU.

Lastly, I want to thank the man whom without which I absolutely would not have had the courage or commitment required to restart my career, get my first apartment, create this blog or enter the marathon lottery. Scott, you’re the one who bared the brunt of my anxiety and aggravation. You had me at my absolute lowest and yet refused to let me recognize or feel that way. You taught me that not all scars are physical and that it’s okay to take time to heal. You helped me understand that showing weakness or emotion doesn’t mean you’re weak, but that it in fact makes you stronger.

I can’t thank you enough for supporting me and giving me my courage back, for reminding me of who I am. The hours spent in my unfurnished apartment with you just listening, never pushing, just listening, truly gave me the strength I needed to begin the healing process. Thank you for teaching me how to discuss my feelings, that I never have to explain anything to anyone, and that my sensitivity is deserved, respected and most of all understood. Without that, I never would have had the courage to write my entrance essay let alone submit it.

Thank you for training with me. Thank you for always answering every call and text, for acknowledging how hard this was for me and for serving as a reminder of why I couldn’t give up. Thanks to your family, who welcomed me with open arms from day 1 and who continued to support and encourage me all the way up to the finish line.

I credit you with opening my eyes to the opportunity of a lifetime which was turning the worst moment of my life into the best. And for that I can never thank you, but am truly honored and beyond fortunate to have had you hold my hand and walk me through the worst period of my life.  THANK YOU.

During one of my PTSD therapy sessions, my Doctor asked me to write down words that I would use to describe that day. I wrote down; inspiring, enlightening, motivational and encouraging. Yes, those two men took my sense of safety, months of my life, what used to be my comfort ability in crowds and even the act of running for a while. But what they gave me in return is a life lesson on how to give and be loved, how to use hate to accomplish things I never thought possible and more importantly, a new found respect and hope for people in general, especially the people of Boston.

The most prominent images and memories from that day are those of complete strangers helping one another, calming each other down and doing anything and everything to get through a horrible act of terrorism. I saw a sign once that said “Boston runs to. Not from.” That statement couldn’t be more true.

And now, I’m beyond thankful and fortunate to say that the experience of running the Boston Marathon yesterday has given me the ability to erase any bad memories I had with nothing but good. As I ran along that 26.2 mile course, the spectators, other runners, police officers and soldiers lining the way was unreal. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Never be afraid to say I love you, tell someone how much you appreciate them or realize how much YOU are actually loved by the people in your life, even when they’re not present. Always go in for that extra kiss, hug as many people as possible and take the beach way whenever you get the chance. Don’t wait until you think you’ve lost everything to realize what you’ve got. And on the off chance you do, remember the image of that group of marines I described crossing the finish line carrying their gear and American flag; that’s what I do.




I did it!

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The Cape Cod TImes Listed Their Top Easter Candies – Naturally We Fixed It Real Cape Style

By Hippie

17 Apr recently released their top ten Easter candies. It’s cool and all, but this is a site for adults so we thought we would fix it up Real Cape style. Their list consisted of 10, but whoever compiled it really mailed it in and used some repeats. So we broke it down to five. Without further ado here is the Cape Cod Times list with each number followed by The Real Cape version:

1. CCT – Solid chocolate bunnies - Yeah thanks but I’m still working on the one I got last year, do people actually finish these monstrosities?


1. The Real Cape – Kahlua Mudslides - You just got put in a room full of family members all talking over each other, you might want to start with something chocolaty to get in the Easter spirit, but why not take the edge off and kill two birds with one stone?

kahlua mudslides

2. CCT – Jelly Beans - Hey look now you have a pile of cavities waiting to happen that will get stuck in your teeth AND make your gums turn into sandpaper!

jelly beans

2. The Real Cape – Jell-O Shots - The family is starting to ask you questions about what you are doing with your life, time to ramp up the alcohol content while staying in the parameters of cute festivity type booze.


3. CCT – Peeps - Why the hell did I just run thirty laps around the house with my niece? Oh yeah… crack.


3. The Real Cape – Adderall - Not as strong as crack, but at least now you’ll be able to pay attention to the hour long story your Aunt is telling you about how her best friends baby in laws sisters cousin got into Brown and is probably going to be way more successful than you are.


4. CCT – Cadbury Creme Eggs – See below.


4. The Real Cape – Cadbury Creme Eggs - When you’re right you’re right Cape Cod Times, it just isn’t Easter without having at least one of these high fructose corn syrup bombs exploding in your mouth and remembering why you only eat them once a year.


5. CCT- Cadbury Mini Eggs – Hey cool, I just broke my tooth biting into one of these and now the hole is filled with the mushy chocolate from inside, I hope my brother in law has a pressure washer in his garage to clean that out.


5. The Real Cape - Ambien - When you are little drunk, but wired from the Adderall and candy feeling like an empty shell of a person? Ambien is literally the answer to all your prayers. It’s like you are flying in circles at 10,000 feet all day and Ambien is the landing gear. Goodnight!


So there you have it. Go ahead and tell me the Cape Cod Times Easter basket is going to be more fun than The Real Cape Easter basket, and then I will go ahead and call you a stone face liar.

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Insane Tony’s Local Music Hour – Video Of The Bulife And Ceej At The Beach House

By Insane Tony

17 Apr


I have given you a review of what was our first sponsored concert, and now where is video footage of it. This is the event as seen through the eyes of the guys of The BuLife. Thanks once again to The BuLife, Mighty Ceej, and The Beach House. and keep your eyes open for a summer full of music brought to you by us here at The Real Cape.

Also make sure to check out Bulife at The Velvet Lounge in Provincetown on May 3rd

P.S. If you weren’t there you also missed an amazing cameo by OG from Unda The Influence!


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Sandwich Police Find Cocaine Inside Of A Burrito

By Hippie

17 Apr


CapeCodOnline – A man and woman from Mashpee were arrested by Sandwich police Tuesday night and charged with taking part in a drug transaction.

According to Sandwich police, officers conducting surveillance of local parking lots saw a transaction between occupants of two vehicles. They later pulled those vehicles over and, with the help of Yarmouth police Officer Sean Gannon and his drug-sniffing dog, searched the vehicles and the four occupants.

Police said they found $846 in cash in the truck, several grams of cocaine and marijuana hidden in a breakfast burrito and five Suboxone pills on Hendricks.

Ummm… hello? Once again these police reports leave out the most important part of the story. Where did this burrito come from? Talk about stimulating the local economy. If they released the name of the restaurant that is slanging cocaine filled burritos people would be coming from as far as Wareham and New Bedford for their tasty treats.

The only problem would be that peeps would be knocking on the doors of this establishment at all hours of the night. “Yo man open up I just need ONE more burrito”. Not to mention the tension in line at the counter from people waiting to order their burritos would make road rage look like an episode of Barney, there’d be all kinds of burrito rage in that waiting area.

Plus, you know when you are in a hurry and you pull into a place at the same time as someone else? You jump out of the car and speed walk to the door to get there first so you are one up in line? Well you ain’t winning that race against a crackhead, there’d be coke fiends breaking Usain Bolt’s world records running through the parking lot of that Burrito Place.

P.S. Imagine the wasted food this would cause as well? I’d imagine that once you get to the coke part of the burrito you most likely aren’t finishing the rest of it. Tough to eat Mexican food when your entire face is numb and you can’t feel your teeth.

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Dog Sculpture Stolen From Mashpee Animal Hospital – Thieves Thought It Was Gold

By Hippie

17 Apr

dog sculpture – A much-loved art installation has been replicated and returned to its proper place outside an animal hospital on Route 130 in Mashpee.

Until last summer, a large sculpture of a dog and cat, carved from wood and covered in gold leaf, greeted passersby from atop the sign of the Leach Animal Hospital. On the rainy evening of June 27, the sculpture was stolen from its perch above the sign, and has not been seen since.

“I think the thieves thought it was solid gold. The artist estimated that it would have taken them two hours to remove the heavy, bolted-down sculpture. It was an art heist,” Dr. Jonathan Leach, owner of the hospital, said, adding that he was amazed at how many people inquired about the missing sculpture.

Two weeks ago, a replacement sculpture, commissioned at the cost of $12,000, made its debut outside of the animal hospital. The sculpture was created by internationally known woodcarver Paul J. White of Sandwich.

Dr. Leach said there was never any doubt that the sculpture was going to be replaced, and responded coyly when asked if any special precautions have been taken to discourage another theft.

“All I’ll say is that there will be a big surprise for anyone who tries to steal it again,” he said.

There’s a few interesting facets to this story. First off, is there no end to what people on this peninsula will steal? I mean come on, stealing a sculpture from an animal hospital? There has to be a special place in hell for people that steal from a place that is saving peoples beloved pets. I mean what kind of lunatic targets a hospital for Fido for fucks sake?

The second part kind of explains the first angle. “I think the thieves thought it was solid gold” kinda answers the first question I guess. It certainly takes a special kind of moron to think that a sculpture above a sign at an animal hospital is made of solid gold. I’m surprised they didn’t take the windows from the building as well because they assumed they were made of diamond.

Lastly, kudos to Dr. Leach for replacing this and continuing to support the arts by replacing the sculpture at his own expense to keep an iconic piece of art that everyone enjoys in place. He very easily could have become disgruntled and just left the sign without the sculpture.

P.S. I am DYING to know what he means by “there will be a big surprise for anyone who tries to steal it again”. What kind of Mission Impossible booby trap do you think that sign is rigged with?

P.P.S. $12,000 for a dog and cat carving? I am in the wrong business.

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Woods Hole Preschool May Lose Playground To Governmental Insanity

By Hippie

16 Apr

child center woods hole – Staff and parents at the Woods Hole Child Center preschool are distressed by new regulations that will require changes to their playground. The more rigorous safety requirements are being promulgated by the Massachusetts department of Early Education and Care (EEC).

The center’s two swing sets and stand-alone slide, both situated over sand, are no longer in compliance with new “fall zone” height and substrate requirements. Previously, sand under a six-foot high structure was acceptable; under the new regulations, only structures of four feet are allowed over sand.

“If we wish to keep our swings and slide, we will be forced to unfavorably alter the character of our playground by moving them onto wood chips or some other approved surface, which have the potential to lead to more problems and accidents,” the letter reads.

Clayton Jones, an engineer and the Woods Hole Child Center’s maintenance chairman, has argued that wood chips are better habitat for ticks and mosquitoes, which carry their own health risks. He also rejected shredded rubber tires as an appropriate playground medium, citing studies that tire mulch releases harmful chemicals into the air and groundwater.

“Sand is good; it’s fine, that’s all I can say,” Anne Clarkin, director of the Woods Hole Child Center, said in a phone interview. “We hope commonsense will prevail.”

Am I taking crazy pills or is this the most batshit thing you’ve ever heard? Why is it better for a child to land on wood chips after falling six feet than it is for them to fall on sand? Did they do some study somewhere and throw children off of 6′ slides onto different surfaces? If I’m standing on a 6′ tall platform and I am forced to dive off head first I am choosing sand as my landing area every single time. Last thing I need is a 4 inch cedar splinter in my face.

This is a perfect example of when government gets too big. Some douche probably cost the taxpayers millions of dollars researching and developing these useless regulations. Are you telling me that some dude in an office somewhere has a better sense of child playground safety than preschool teachers that watch a bunch of kids actually play on playgrounds every single day?

Next thing you know they’ll come out with some regulation that says preschool teachers  have to stop letting the children smoke crack before nap time because it affects their sleep. I mean it’s obvious these teachers don’t know what’s good for the kids so we better tie up all the loose ends right?

I hope whoever came up with this crap gets Lyme disease after getting bitten by a deer tick while digging their kid out from the wood chip pile below the 6′ slide the little prick falls off of at summer camp this year.

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Does The National Seashore Hate Cape Cod?

By Hippie

16 Apr

seashore – The Cape Cod National Seashore announced Tuesday that Highland Links Golf Course in Truro is under new management, severing the park’s long-standing concession deal with the Town of Truro.

In February, Jim Knowles, Truro’s manager of the course solicited lettersof support from resident golfers to bolster the town’s bid to retain theconcession.  The Cape Cod National Seashore has concession agreements with non-federal entities at sites throughout the park, including Highland Links.

A month before Knowles was looking for resident support, the Cape Cod National Seashore severed their relationship with the former stewards of Highland (Cape Cod) Lighthouse, the group responsible to managing the lighthouse and instrumental in moving it to its current location in 1996.

Highland Links became federal property in 1961 at which time it was leased to the Town of Truro. The new concession contract with Johnson Golf Management, Inc. effectively ends that 50+ year relationship.

What’s up with The National Seashore going Benedict Arnold on Cape Cod? First the bug counters in control of the Piping Plover Motel sever their ties with the Highland Lighthouse stewards, a group that raised the money to save the lighthouse to begin with, and now they screw the town of Truro after 50 years?

What a crock of shit. Listen Seashore, you may be a federal entity but don’t forget who you are and where you came from. This is our peninsula and there is zero reason you shouldn’t be doing everything in your power to appease the very towns that your survival depends on. It’s not like Truro didn’t want the contract renewed, they did everything in their power to retain it.

This whole thing stinks of some weird political vendetta and I for one don’t like it one bit. If I wasn’t allergic to righteous Dune Police I might go down there and start asking questions myself.

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What’s The Deal With Dukes County Always Being Referred To As “The County of Dukes County”?

By Hippie

16 Apr

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I will probably get shit for this since this is The Real Cape and all but it’s just one of those things that has been the way it is so long I never questioned it. Until now. I’ve been going to the Vineyard for as long as I can remember, I’ve worked on The Vineyard, we had a house there growing up, it’s not an issue of me just becoming aware of this, it’s an issue of it just being so deeply ingrained in me that Dukes County is “The County of Dukes County”.

It’s like an Abbott and Costello routine when you think about it. Just completely redundant. It’s kind of a power move on The Vineyard’s part when you think about it. It’s as if the founders just said “Hey let’s put county in the name of the county and force everyone for eternity to use horrible grammar”. Or maybe someone just screwed up the paperwork when they were filing to become a county?

So can someone do me a favor and comment on this telling me exactly what the story is here? I’m sure I could get to the bottom of it with a Google search but it’s always best to hear historical tales told by people who have had them handed down over generations don’t you think?

So what the hell is the deal with “The County of Dukes County” thing? Ready… go!

P.S. Yes, “we had a house there growing up” is an epic humblebrag.

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Cape Cod Dive Bar Madness Round 2 Voting Is Open – The Sweet Sixteen!

By Hippie

16 Apr


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After an amazing turnout and tens of thousands of votes there were some BIG upsets in the first round of the tournament. Round 1 is now over and we are on to the Sweet Sixteen. Once again be sure to vote in every matchup!

P.S. The Squire vs. The Fox Hole is a HUGE second round game.

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