The Daily News
1 Nobody saw that happen.
2 We had a Super Bowl party that was almost a tsunami for my sister Gayle. Everybody had busy weeks, and many of us, myself included, got there early, and with plenty of people for a massive cioppino feed and party. Josh and Caitlin brought the babies to their first Super Bowl, and they rocked it. Had a wonderful time, and dazzled, as they can do.
3 Everybody brought amazing hors d'oeuvres. If you know this cookin' family, you know that those tidbits were out of this world. I'd love to break it down by d'oeuvre, but it is into the one a.m. as I tack this stuff out. Let us move to Super Bowl bevs:
4 Beverages ruled the thirsty half of the day. They ranged from Bloody Mary's, to sun-warmed tea (my fave, btw!) to a lemonade stand set up by Kyla and Elizabeth, that featured lemonade for just two cents, a bargain served in a classic Solo cup, with herbs and flowerets of various sorts available on request. I got one and told the girls they could keep the change. Marcia and Jeff brought a wine they got when they visited Mt. Olympus. I think it was like a three-million dollar bottle of exquisite bliss.
5 And then there was an enormous TV with a soundbar, but we collectively drowned it out. I missed a bunch of Super Bowl blather, and requested that the babies not be exposed to anyone named "Boomer."
6 Many troops from our summer encampments on Mars hung out for the game, including the aforementioned babies, Maren and Isla, as well as the aforementioned lemonade entrepreneurs Kyla and Elizabeth. Add to this the pets: Molly, the world's tallest dog, and Brodie, one of the cutest dogs around, who hung out by the hors d'oeuvres, protecting them. Gayle's crab cioppino matched my Mom's. She kept bringing the broth up, little by little, like you do. It is an art, and she crushed it. Genovese Italian stew. We even shared a history lesson about how cioppino was invented in San Francisco.
4 Beverages ruled the thirsty half of the day. They ranged from Bloody Mary's, to sun-warmed tea (my fave, btw!) to a lemonade stand set up by Kyla and Elizabeth, that featured lemonade for just two cents, a bargain served in a classic Solo cup, with herbs and flowerets of various sorts available on request. I got one and told the girls they could keep the change. Marcia and Jeff brought a wine they got when they visited Mt. Olympus. I think it was like a three-million dollar bottle of exquisite bliss.
5 And then there was an enormous TV with a soundbar, but we collectively drowned it out. I missed a bunch of Super Bowl blather, and requested that the babies not be exposed to anyone named "Boomer."
6 Many troops from our summer encampments on Mars hung out for the game, including the aforementioned babies, Maren and Isla, as well as the aforementioned lemonade entrepreneurs Kyla and Elizabeth. Add to this the pets: Molly, the world's tallest dog, and Brodie, one of the cutest dogs around, who hung out by the hors d'oeuvres, protecting them. Gayle's crab cioppino matched my Mom's. She kept bringing the broth up, little by little, like you do. It is an art, and she crushed it. Genovese Italian stew. We even shared a history lesson about how cioppino was invented in San Francisco.
7 It became an awesome party! The winner of the game was established in the first quarter, as Carolina's O-line clearly couldn't protect quarterback Cam Newton, a guy who looked off his game and shaken the entire time.
8 You probably saw the game. The team that won was the better team.
9 And sorry, Carolina (who I kept referring to all night as "Jacksonville," the same way you might keep calling Thursday Friday all day Thursday) you got whooped by a grand display of defense. Denver fans, it wasn't Payton's best moment. Eleven times not converting third downs is not a great game. The Niners were masters of not converting third downs. Maybe Cam studied Niner film. Not a good move. Oh...and while we're on it:
10 Mr. Newton, show a little class when you lose. I'll leave you alone, but the first thing a coach should teach kids in sports is good sportsmanship. You're still young.
11 Don't pose like the fetus in Kubrick's 2001 when you lose. It doesn't work for anyone, and will haunt you. I'll shake it this time to inexperience. And don't be short with the press. Harbaugh did that and I hated it. And you don't storm out of a press conference. You will never win doing that. Next time, you get pied. Get it? Two teams went toe-to-toe in a game with sensational defensive plays. That is the legacy of this one. Oh, and for the record:
The party at Gayle's > the Super Bowl. Thanks Chris and Gayle for all the work. It was a blast!!!
The party at Gayle's > the Super Bowl. Thanks Chris and Gayle for all the work. It was a blast!!!
12 Moving On, Part One: Did Boeing have a
commercial for the New American Century? Seriously? It wasn't a Super Bowl ad. It came on TV the other night.
commercial for the New American Century? Seriously? It wasn't a Super Bowl ad. It came on TV the other night.
13 Those of you who intend to vote: You might Google Project for the New American Century, or PNAC shortened. Read into it: it is a frightening document. Wanna get scared? Just do that.
14 I'm going to look a bit more into all of it. Scary that Boeing uses that term so boldly.
15 Sort of like using the Hitlerian term, the New World Order.
16 No, it has little to do with professional wrestling, trust me.
17 Gad.
18 End of rant.
19 Moving On, Part Two: I'm curious.
20 Mr. Peanut now talks? I had a lot of trouble with with that. He never talked before, did he?
21 I didn't remember that Wile E. Coyote talked. I'm that bad. I watched a few cartoons the other day, and yes, in fact, he chatted like an English Nobleman.
23 Who will talk next? Jebra Bush?
24 M'bad.
26 Oh, sometimes I think I must go mad.
27 This was a tough DN to get out.
28 All in favor of moving the Super Bowl permanently to Saturday say aye.
29 The ayes have it.
30 I will officially talk to Mr. Gidell and the League and see if there are any objections.
31 We boys.
32 Goodness.
33 Moving On, Part the Thoid: We turn, and we are now staring down the barrel of Valentine's Day, which has been slow at arriving. And then we stare down the barrel of President's Week, which gives me a week off from writing this idiocy.
34 Hmmm.
35 I may take up knitting.
36 I've threatened before, but this time fo sho.
37 Eyes darting.
38 I again must cut this short.
39 It is well into the one a.m.
40 I got home late from Gayle's incredible party.
41 I had little to drink except tea, lemonade, and Jeff's wine from Mt. Olympus.
42 Add to that some of the purist water ever.
43 Gayle provided.
44 She was raised to be a hostess because she was surrounded by Hostess goods as a child.
45 My Dad worked for Hostess and Wonder Bread. Here is the exact loction, 1525 Bryant:
47 None.
48 I really gottago.
49 Have a GREAT day.
50 See you again. Thanks to Chris, Gayle, and my entire fam for a rockin' night. We all crushed it.
51 See you again.
52 Peace.
fin.
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