829 Southdrive

829 Southdrive

A New Jersey state of mind

Monday, November 15, 2010

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.


  1. In this same suck-ass weekend, the L.A. Galaxy were eliminated from the non-pointy football play-offs by Dallas FC, 3-0, but no one had a feed like this one!

  2. Beanbag toss... nice.

    I can see this this (d)evolving into beer pong in the weeks ahead. Better lay in some extra PBR.

  3. I forgot to mention the laser-precision games of beer pong being played as well!

  4. Bundt cake? Where's the chocolate babka?

    I guess there's nothing wrong with a bundt cake - I just like saying 'babka'.

    It's a hard word to work into most sailing blogs.

  5. Do you remember the Seinfeld "Babka" episode?

  6. The bundt cake is a lesser babka.

  7. I call we yell Babka! instead of starboard anymore.

  8. I think if you have to yell 'starboard' at someone to wake them up, you might as well be yelling 'babka'.

    I wonder if yelling, "gelcoat" wouldn't be more effective.

  9. In Massachusetts they yell, "the Gelcoats are coming, the Gelcoats are coming!"

  10. From 'Never Give a Sucker an Even Break'

    Girl: The only game I ever played was bean bag.
    WC Fields: Bean bag? Ah, very good; it becomes very exciting at times. I saw the championship played in Paris. Many people were killed.

  11. don't ask me why, but the bean bag toss game is called "cornhole" in the midwest.

    that's an impressive spread for your tailgate!

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