I have attended one Super Bowl. During my tenure as Director of Baseball Operations for the Padres, San Diego hosted the Super Bowl one year. Of course, now San Diego doesn’t even have an NFL team.
I was able to snag tickets (at about $200 apiece if memory serves me correct) for me and the three scouts who reported to me. They sat in a nice box, but I got to sit in an owners box. I believe it was Padres majority owner John Moores’ box. I didn’t see John all game, but Larry Lucchino, President and CEO of the Padres, sat there.
As every regular reader knows I am a Packers fan. What you may not know is that at this time the Broncos, Green Bay’s opponent in this Super Bowl, ranked at the bottom of my NFL hierarchy along with the Cowboys. I REALLY wanted the Packers to win.
I nervously paced back and forth in the box for virtually the entire game. Finally at some point in the third quarter I said aloud to no one in particular, “How do NFL coaches do this every week?” Larry Lucchino’s reply brought laughter to every one in the room, including me, “Because they don’t care as much as you do.”
As it turns out, my wonderful wife was also at the game although we did not sit together as she was there because her company was a sponsor. We had just begun dating and believe me when I write that if you had told us we would be very happily married more than 20 years later we both would have laughed like the people in the box.
WHY is it that seemingly every American restaurant thinks every customer wants to eat spicy food?! My wonderful wife and I dined out for lunch yesterday—one of the many advantages to her working at home most days. We went to a nearby pizza restaurant where I ordered spaghetti and meatballs. Never mind that the dish had way too much garlic, but it was overdosed in crushed red pepper flakes. I ate 5-6 bites of the spaghetti, which was 4-5 too many. OK, the meatballs were fabulous.
My reward for trying not to waste food was to be awakened a little after 11 PM with the worst acid reflux I have ever experienced. My throat is so raw this morning that I assume my voice will not get back to normal for 4-5 days.
OK, I could/should have stopped eating the spaghetti when I realized it was too spicy for me. Still, this happens more and more often when I dine out. I recently ordered pasta e fagioli soup, pasta and beans in Italian. It’s supposed to be a hearty dish, not a spicy dish. This soup was WAY too spicy for me and this time I remembered that discretion is the better part of valor.
One of the reasons that breakfast is my favorite meal to eat out of the house is that it is far less likely that I will be served something that is too spicy. I’m sure I’m in the minority among American diners, but tyranny of the majority is also wrong.
On this day in 2004 a Super Bowl ad unveiled the new Ford GT. Of course, this version of the GT was an homage to the GT40 that won LeMans from 1966 to 1969.
I don’t remember the ad and find it a bit odd that a Big Three auto manufacturer would use the Super Bowl to introduce a limited-production, high-price vehicle to the US. These cars had an MSRP of $149,995, but that’s the base price. The car was available with four options: racing stripe, painted (usually in red) brake calipers, forged alloy wheels and a McIntosh sound system. I would imagine a car equipped with all four would cost more than the base price.
Today, these cars can sell for twice the original MSRP and even more. The car pictured below sold at the recent Barrett-Jackson auction in Scottsdale, Arizona for $313,500, all in.
This is supposed to be a four-option car with 3,343 miles at the time of the auction. Some GTs of this generation have been “museum exhibits” as they will come to sale at auction and elsewhere with fewer than 500 miles. Different strokes for different folks, but I would sure as hell drive this car if I owned it, even if it would be 1,500-3,000 miles a year.
I will not post tomorrow as I assume everyone will be consumed by the Super Bowl. Go Chiefs!
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