I'm Sold

After seeing Eminem's Super Bowl commercial, I ran out and bought a Chrysler. My next move is to rent an apartment in Detroit. I don't want to be rash and buy a house just yet.

So I spent the big day with the work dudes, losing money at poker. But I got a bunch of free chow, including wonton wrapped shrimp, wrapped in bacon and deep fried. This fits perfectly into my new diet, which has allowed me to lose 10 pounds since the New Year. I used to be svelte. Now I'm ripped.

I also took 2nd place in the pool, which I won last year, so that made up for my losses in Midnight Baseball etc. I won one hand with a pair, but I had declared I had two pair. And I was only on my second beer. Those guys won't be letting me live that down any time soon.

The game was good and the halftime entertainment was even better. I'm glad they finally turned the page on those geezer bands like The Stones and The Who. Will. I. Am's auto-tuned crooning combined with Fergie wailing that classic Sweet Child O' Mine was unbeatable.

The pre-Super Bowl party was my daughter's hoops game Saturday night. This was the annual Catfight, Tigers vs. Panthers. #1 and his missus joined us for a barn burner. We had lost by 26 at their court earlier this year but, in what I felt was their best game of the year, they were neck and neck with the Panthers all the way to the end. The kid got 17 points. After the game, she thanked me for passing on the hoop gene.

During the game, #1 told me about a TV series called The League. He says it reminds him of our FC crew, always busting each others chops. He sent a note out to the boys to let them know about it. TCG responded that he plans to Tivo it. We had a nice email exchange about that. I'm always interested in hearing what TCG plans to Tivo

I recently become reacquainted with my college roomie. He found me on Facebook. I gotta get off that thing before anybody else hunts me down. In any case, he reminded me of the shit pit we lived in on Vestal Ave. back in Binghamton. I think we dragged our feet and ending up taking the only rental left in the city. While most students were luxuriating in cheap, stodgy apartments, we occupied a building that should have been condemned. In retrospect, I'm probably responsible for that. I was the only one that was spending quality and quantity time in The Parlor City that summer of '79. I was probably hugging a six pack of Molson when I should have been house hunting. In any case, that semester was cut short. I had to drop out due to rehab a severe case of eczematous dermatitis, which was exacerbated by shitpititis.