Have you ever heard the phrase “Fish are friends, not food?” Well, this week, we’re making an exception.
Of course, about 4 years ago my daughter (who joined us for the Cardinals game) told me she was a Pescetarian.
Huh? I reminded her that we didn’t raise her with any specific religion. I wanted to make sure this one wasn’t a cult. “Do you have to wear a MAPA hat?”
She corrected me and said “No Dad! (the “you big moron” being implied in her tone) I only eat fish. No meat. No poultry. Just veggies and fish.”
I asked “Why? Because fish are ugly? You only eat ugly things?? Well, young lady, I think brussels sprouts are pretty frickin’ homely. And don’t even get me started on jack fruit!”
Say. That’s a good character name for my next novel. Jack Fruit. He could be an aluminum siding salesperson. (Pronouns: Sleaze/Creepazoid)
Anyway, I hope you’re ready for a Thursday night showdown with the Miami Dolphins. Seriously, who decided it was a good idea to name a football team after one of the most non-threatening sea creatures? What’s their game plan—distract us with playful flips, flops, and clicky sounds? Besides, visible blowholes are down-right nasty (with a capital ASTY!)!
This past Sunday, approximately 160 folks showed up at South Street to watch Game 1. Let’s see if we can do that on a weeknight! Patrick says if we do it, he will cover himself in lard and slide across the bar.
Other than that, kick-off is at 8:15 (get there early (and often)) and this week’s fabulous South Street special is that you order a burger (CUTE ANIMAL ALERT!!) your first beer is $1 (surely, some restrictions do apply). Special ends at 9 PM! After that we are going to eat baby bunnies and drink whisky.
Hungrily,
BRIAN
