Well, another Super Bowl has come and gone and I certainly hope that everyone enjoyed and had a good time! Thanks once again to Ian O' for pulling the switch with me so that I could be home for kickoff!
I actually went against my better judgement and used my falling apart grill because my buddy Billy Foy, who brought over the butterfly cut, marinated lamb, INSISTED that it be done on the grill! I set up my four towers of Kingsford hickory coals (I NEVER use anything to start the charcoal!) and then just cooked very carefully as the coals burned out falling through the softball sized hole in the bottom of the grill! Hey, it worked! Everyone was blown away by that lamb! ( Yes we were all doing Sir Anthony Hopkins lines from Silence all night long!)
Other than the shocking Porter pick six against Peyton, which robbed us of what seemed like the inevitable first Super Bowl OT, it was a great game! Big plays, close through out, all kinds of stuff to talk about most notably Sean Payton's 2nd half on side kick to start things off! WOW! He really is a disciple of Bill Parcell's!
A word about The Who at halftime. I have been at war with Neil Best of Newsday who started ranting about the choice of The Who for halftime weeks before the game. I thought The Who acquitted themselves nicely. It's 12 minutes! Even Roger and Pete took a self depreciating view of what they could accomplish in their post half time assessments. Pete was humbled by the attitude of people who were really there just for the game and actually found that refreshing! Roger realized that most people just plan their halftime to get up and "slice"! That's a bathroom break for you and me!
Roger was frank in his assessment of what they could accomplish in 12 minutes. With all that being said, we had it cranked up VERY LOUD and everyone was digging it big time! That included those under 18 who knew the tunes and were rocking right along! I'm sure it doesn't come to you as any shock that I'd have friends who have practiced good parenting had have properly proselytized their children around classic rock! Neil Best has been saying to me that having the NFL book the Who was akin to having us watch Rudy Vallee, had he been alive, back in the 60's! Well. we actually DID have to suffer through Carol Channing in 1970! In case you hadn't noticed, many of our children actually LOVE classic rock. True, maybe not all of it and it certainly doesn't mean that they don't have their own groups and performers that they love as well. However, to think that they ALL felt tortured by The Who for the halftime show is just insane and a disrespect to one of the most important and influential bands of all time. I have said this a billion times and now want to say this for the record for a bazillion and one: I just wish we could make this Super Bowl party be a Saturday night affair! I just HATE The Cinderella Effect at around 10:15! All that time and effort to get the party together and then the floodgates open and your friends abandon ship and you're all alone! It's brutal isn't it? You feel like the party is just in full swing and then you're all alone doing all those horrible chores like decommissioning the grill and cooler and putting away extra chairs and tables. I'm depressed just writing this! A Saturday night start at 8:30 would have us going all night and sleeping it off on Sunday. Doesn't that sound more appetizing to you? It will never happen of course because there is too much money to be lost with hotels and bars and restaurants and on and on and on. I know many have long standing traditions of taking the day after the Super Bowl off and all you have to do is drive to any train station the day after the big game to validate that! Well, it's just my football fantasy that will never come true. But I DO love that Saturday night start time!
Now that the game is over, the seemingly endless parties to watch all the big games on the wall with the projector are over and I am feeling that void already! With The Jets having been huge part of this it's been a nice distraction to get past that post holiday doldrums syndrome. One of my buddies suggested we switch to projector Olympics gigs and I didn't dismiss that out of hand for say the hockey part of things.
It's been a nice ride and now I am plotting and planning how to turn the back yard into a sort of drive in theatre when the weather turns! I have to figure out a screen, running cables and sound issues! But I just LOVE the idea of revving the drive in theatre thing with the grill going, the cooler gurgling with ice shifting and Jack Nicholson popping his head through the door in "The Shining" saying "Here's Johnny"! Until it's time for football again!