This is a fun time of year – there are so many great things come along with Fall. Mondays become a little more difficult and Tuesdays too depending on who’s playing football Monday night. A surge in office conversation concerning fantasy chatter, as well as where the best chicken wings and TVs for game days can be found. People have a reason to boast their prided schools of higher learning regardless if they’re actually alumni – Louisiana kids for example; live and breathe Tiger football to the point where the females know more about it than my cube-mate who’s currently juggling 4 fantasy leagues. I’m not totally sure LSU fans really are that into football or the parties that coincide, these people have got that shit dialed-in! Thursday afternoon the parade of RVs pulls into Baton Rouge and the party doesn’t end ‘til Sunday. Unless their team loses, then you’ve never seen fifty thousand “Tellums” (mullet spelled backwards – the official haircut of Louisiana) crying in their bourbon. Longhorn fans aren’t much different except they really don’t give a shit about football – just getting hammered wearing their burnt orange and making derogatory comments about the opposing institution.
This time of year, Car Bombs are so frequent it’s almost like the Battle for Cologne – what a delightfully ceremonial beverage only to be shared w/ friends – as Big Les says, “it’s like juice your mom gives you.”
Some of my favorite football foods include – fried chicken, charred up ribs, beer poached brats, hot spinach & artichoke dip, stuffed jalapenos, bird’s nest French fries, guacamole, Popeye’s biscuits w/ honey, bacon wrapped water chestnuts, bruschetta anything.
There’s a new season of Top Chef running, which I have got to give a shout out to chef Tim Love of Lonesome Dove Bistro in Ft Worth. One hell of a nice guy and a damn good chef. On a recent episode, he had one of the most brutal judging stints I’ve ever seen,. To be completely honest that Cactus Challenge would have totally stumped me – I gots nothing! I don’t watch many cooking shows anymore I don’t know that the original Japanese Iron Chef will ever be topped – “Oh I tink he making sauce; yes hehe he maki sauce. Hehehe”. A prime example of why I don’t like cooking shows is the Blythe Becker show on Oxygen. First of all, NO I DO NOT ACTUALLY WATCH THAT NETWORK. I was flippin’ channels one night and came across this absurd look at a Perez Hilton impersonator of the culinary world as she soaks up her 15 minutes and then hopefully she’ll fall back into the shadowy depths of a Chili’s kitchen somewhere in BFE West Texas – talk about a no talent ass-clown! Please don’t judge all cooks by this beast.
I’m not much of a sports guy I generally favor a team based upon my opinion of the city they reside. Though I do strongly endorse Women’s Professional Soccer (www.womensprosoccer.com). This week I’ve been eavesdropping on what the upcoming week’s betting forecast is in the office though, as I’ll be spending Saturday in the Sports Book at the MGM – watching the animals both on the screen and walking the casino floor. I love Vegas but I only give myself a 48 hour window when visiting – if you can’t get it done on a 48 hour power-run, you’re doing something wrong. Vegas is sensory overload – I’m not even much of a gambler and what I mean by that is: I can’t gamble worth shit – if you want to win in Vegas follow me around and bet the opposite of whatever I do! The reason for this trip is to catch the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s show Saturday night. If you haven’t heard this band check them out, their female lead singer is like a mongoose on meth!
I love this time of year for the change in the eating season! The light delicate flavors of summer are replaced with the heavy, spicy, gravy slathered flavors of fall – there’s talk of smoking everything imaginable – to eat of course. Tailgating grub, pot roast, ovens are put back into action, and calorie counting is out the fukn window! Winter’s coming, time to beef up baby. Except in Scottsdale where the Ed Hardy’s get a bit tighter to show off the summer’s new ink.
Subconsciously everyone breathes a light sigh of relief – bulky clothes are on the horizon, which helps to cover the excess baggage from the full flavored beverages and animal style diet – hello Fall! It’s also the time of year when chance encounters and innocent flirting turns to a more frequent if not serious degree. Like bears choosing their cave-mate for the impending winter.