Making
up for yesterday’s less than adequate blog entry, I decided to start bright and
early. With the pellet stove cranking,
I know it’s going to be a little bit cold outside this morning. What would a
Sunday morning be without that first cup of French roast, and the morning paper
? I picked up the paper from the
driveway and it has been sitting on the table waiting for me to open it. Kyle is up and doesn’t look his chipper self
this morning, he says he has a headache.
As I finish my coffee, I remember that we are picking up his friend Mike
and they have a practice/scrimmage at Centereach Park, start time 09:45.
Kyle
can use a couple of scrambled eggs to get him started, he came home late last
night so didn’t get all his beauty sleep.
I scramble into action and his eggs are ready in a jiffy. I remember going to a “greasy spoon” on the
weekends with my dad. He loved to pick
up the racing form, and we would order the breakfast special at the corner
store. An old guy was the short order
cook, and I still cant believe how he could remember all the orders as the wait
staff would bark them out.
22,
over easy, whiskey down, bacon and sausage, well done home fries. For the uninitiated, this is 2 orders of 2 eggs
made over easy (in those days you could order loose eggs), Rye toast (not to be
confused with dry toast, Whiskey is made out of Rye which rhymes with Dry), one
order came with bacon, the other with sausage.
Well done home fries meant that you had some of the greasy potatoes with
some crispy edges. The bacon grease
infused flavor to both the grill and the home fries which were a combination of
potato, onion, green pepper, and spices (I think some paprika). The only thing that comes close is a rural or
urban diner owned and operated by a family that is old school….You can’t get
something this yummy in most diners, let alone an IHOP or Dennys.
That
order sounds almost like the start of a football play, right before they hike
the ball. More on Super Bowl football
later in the blog. Kyle and Mike got
dropped off at soccer, and I went to planet fitness where I put 6 miles on the
treadmill in 59 minutes. I have noticed
that morning runs seem easier than those I put in after work. Well on my way to my goal of running a 10K in
under 60 minutes, and logging 1000 miles for the year.
Kyle
was hungry on the way home from soccer and we went to taco bell for some
crap. I couldn’t resist, so lunch today
for me was 3 tacos. I am still hungry
but will try not to pig out until later when we start the perpetual snacking
for Super Bowl Sunday.
This
day in history “Giants win Super Bowl XLVI”
Enjoyed baked clams, Swedish meatballs, Chicken wings, chips and
dip, and a couple of beers, and that was before the half time show. Madonna and company put on a good, if not tasteful
show with no wardrobe problems, but Madonna did almost fall. This may come down to a kicker’s game, and
one that reminds me of a quote from Ace Ventura Pet Detective.
"Laces Out" in "Ace Ventura - Pet
Detective" was a key phrase. It was what drove Lt. "Lois"
Einhorn (aka Ray Finkle) crazy and made him/her blame Dan Marino for failing to
do in the final seconds of a Superbowl game where both were supposedly playing
for the Miami Dolphins. In kicking a field goal, Finkle/Einhorn blamed Marino
for failing to position the football for Finkle/Einhorn to kick with its laces
facing the goal posts ("laces out") as opposed toward the kicker's
foot ("laces in"). With laces out, trajectory of the ball is more
controllable; with laces in it is not and Finkle blamed for missing the field
goal that supposedly lost the Dolphins the game and what led Finkle/Einhorn to
go crazy and kidnap Marino and "Snowflake" the team's mascot dolphin.
The game was awesome to watch especially in the closing minutes
of the 4th quarter. The Giants come thru and Eli does what he
does best in the last minutes of games.
The Giants find a way to go ahead and hold the lead.
Drive home safely....
Photo of the day ”NY GIANTS”
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