MetLife Stadium: Where I Belong

Father and son.  My Dad would always say, "Let 'er rip!"

The Falce boys came loaded with dough, sauce and cheese.

And a wooden pizza board that's been handed down through

the generations.  Take my word for it.

The pies kept coming.  But a German Spatlese with pizza? 

Questionable.  Joe redeemed himself with some homemade 

Chateauneuf du Pape.  Extraordinary.  Game on.

So much pizza that they had to start giving it away to arriving 

traffic. What a welcoming sight:  'Take this paper plate and a slice 

of my pizza pie while you're looking for a parking spot.'

Only the regulars got to swoop in on the New Zealand green 

mussels with herbs, beer, and butter.  Holy shit.

Grilled marinated pork loin and curry-coconut chicken skewers.

Are we in heaven?  Yes, we're in the Meadowlands.

There's that number 43 again.

We get the shivers every time as we approach this hallowed arena.

BTW, that's not me to the left.

Me, outside another somewhat well-known venue.

My beautiful wife and me standing in our section, with our backs to 

the playing field.  The lions fared much better in this stadium than 

they did in the previous one.  

The Rochester Road Crew, Rose and Scott, who sit directly

behind us for every home game.  He listens to the broadcast

and often has the inside scoop before we even have a chance

to stand up and scream.  They're awfully dedicated fans who 

drive 6 hours each way for every game.  And we moan when

we have to drive an hour home to Lawrenceville.  Waaaaaah.

The crew stayed behind about 15 minutes to snap this photo of

the scoreboard.  A veritable statfest.  I love these guys.

And the Giants too.  Good to be back on track.

And thanks to the heads up from Rochester, I learned of the passing 

of someone who, with his Dad, kept us NFL fanatics up-to-date

with the comings and goings of the National Football League, with 

unparalleled footage, editing, soundtrack, and commentary of the

greatest game in the world.  This may have been the longest run-on 

sentence in the history of blogger.com.  Don't care.  I got a little

misty when I heard the news.  Jersey boy done good for sure.