Giant Disappointment

I had hoped to salvage this suck-ass week with a

Giant whomping of the lowly 1-7 Dallas Cowboys.

As soon as analysts and commentators start calling

the Giants the "class" of the NFC, we get our asses

handed to us, without fail, every time.

We should have taken the complete blackout as an

omen.  This photo was taken seconds later when the

emergency lights went on.  "Everyone please stay

seated" we were told over the emergency PA system.

"You will be notified as to whether or not to evacuate".

I get discouraged often, but so early in the third

quarter?  Aren't we jumping the gun just a touch?

Luckily, tailgate parties come first, so they're rarely

spoiled by the sometimes rotten game that follows.

And apparently Dallas doesn't suck that much! 

My better half about to open a lovely Spanish red.

And if we buy the case, a 10% discount is offered.

As much as I adore wine, only the finest beer available

will do in the parking lot.  It's hard to swirl wine in a

red Solo cup and then watch the legs run down the sides.

Nothing goes better with beer and red wine than

pizza, with fresh mozzarella and basil leaves grilled

in the parking lot.  They couldn't make them fast enough.

Surf and turf.  The clams probably came from Raritan

Bay or the surrounding waters off the Atlantic Highlands.

They were sweet and salty at the same time.  And when

the juice drips down and vaporizes on the charcoal,the most

ethereal flavor is created.  The beef is Secaucus Wagyu. 

The cows graze on the salt marshes of the Meadowlands,

are hand-fed Pabst Blue Ribbon beer from baby bottles,

and massaged twice daily by the security guards 

from the New Jersey Sports and Exposition Authority.   

No plates were needed - it was picked from the

cutting board by hand as soon as it was sliced.

Gotta have the sliced kielbasa braised in sauerkraut

and the dry-rubbed ribs.  Again, more finger food,

right out of the pan and off the grill.  I'm really growing

fond of this group of people.

Nine years later and I still have a hard time with the

Empire State Building once again being the tallest

structure in town.  It seems like yesterday.

There's this newfangled high-tech game that's all the

rage while tail-gating.  You have to toss a beanbag

through a hole in a board about fifteen feet away.

Imagine the excitement that ensues! 

Jack Daniel's chocolate bundt cake and Manhattan Special

Espresso Soda (not pictured but incredibly good)

rounded out the day's spread of overwhelmingly

satisfying food.  Once again, we should have

just stayed in the parking lot.