Live from the Hard Rock in Miami, it’s Sunday Night. Super Bowl LIV. Andy Reid and his Mahomies persisted on the field. Kansas City’s defense made the difference. The Chiefs seemed to be more hungry to win it. Prediction prevailed. Better to be right than happy? No way.
Sorry SF & handsome Jimmy G. Your D didn’t get it done this year.
The ads. Meh. The half-time show all about the butts.
Not saying it’s about me. But. We moved to San Francisco in 1982. That was the first time the Niners & Joe Montana went to the Big Game. Again in 1985 when we went to the game at Stanford in Palo Alto. So foggy couldn’t see the ball, and they beat the Dolphins. Then in 1989, six months before mAd Ben was born. Jerry v. Cincinnati. In 1990 they annihilated the Broncos 55-10.
In 1995 just as we left the City by the Bay, Steve Young trounced the San Diego Chargers in Miami, same field as tomorrow. Yay. They haven’t been at the SB since then. Downhill after we moved away.
Don’t look at my predictions from December. Just my predilections. And remember. It’s not about me. Go Niners!!!!
It’s official. Dogs are the new kids. In San Francisco they literally outnumber children according to this article. Overrunning everything including the workplace. On the Upper West Side, it’s getting close to the tipping point, too. Lots of strollers. Some have little people in them. More often, pet pups.
Don’t even think about giving someone’s “fur-baby” an askance glance in a restaurant or store. You’ll get the evil eye. Like you said their toddler was ugly. So. Yeah. Dander-allergy-sufferers. We’re screwed.
Not wanting to discriminate. What was with the black cat on the field at the Giants-Cowboys game? Wooooooo.
What does the fox say? I was ring-ling
wa-pow hanging out in Candy’s backyard.
Fantasy football done. Time for gridiron grit. September predictions still in play. Joey3Sticks said Denver over Seattle 27-17. Could be the early pick of the year. I thought Seahawks over Pats, no score. Hoping for another wildcard sneak into SuperBowl. 49ers over Pats. That would be most fun. Let the hashmarks begin.
If we can see them. Blizzard alert.
A few brave purple crocuses have emerged. Otherwise sky and earth are blurred into April gray on our Vermont foray. The economy has taken its toll as stalwart sandwich shops in Wilmington and Dover have gone away. Boarded businesses up and down the byways. But, thriving treasures are still to be found.
DunberryHillDesigns was our primary destination for this side trek. Recalling a beloved artwork from Fillamento in San Francisco, I searched for a similar painting to adorn our newly refurbished hardwood. Cameron Howard’s studio is filled with breathtaking color and artistry. Sratton Mountain vistas where vibrant hues live year-round. Can’t wait to create masterpieces for our floors.
Finished MadMen5 marathon. Still say MadEnd. MadMen6 begins. Yay.
Lots of eves. Long Kristmas weekend. Sinatra helps us trim the post-modern plastic tree. Ornaments. Each has a history. Anne’s Santa, Pear, Penguin. Sylvia’s antiques from Surrey, England. Grandma’s aqua MadMen-era. Joe’s Beefeater gin. Bells, angels, crystal icicles. Fillamento SanFrancisco FatherKristmas topper. Joyful art of gift wrap. It’s all about the packaging.
Traditions are comforting. Lobster Newburg. Who does that anymore? Dates back decades. Pats, Niners. Palate cleansers. Cathy’s cannoli and crackers. Paper crowns and Colitti Confetti. They still rhyme in our world.
Happy Birthday, Joey3Sticks. SideTrek fave blogger. Remember that great NFL team from SanFran? Montana, Rice. Joyful notions. Pats perhaps will deliver a better present next weekend. Still in your forties, so. Enjoy. Love you, Bro.
NYTimes Opinionator column by Simon Critchley, is an in-depth study of Mormonism, dubbing the so-called cultive religion as post-Christian. It’s an elucidating read, lots of stuff few knew. Speaking of 49er’s, Mormons were instrumental in establishing California and Utah wealth during the Gold Rush.
Krystal Ball. It’s the real name of a hot cable news talk-bot. And she’s not on Fox. You’re welcome, Joe. Oh, and 49 days to the election.