Superbowl Sunday

Superbowl Sunday is underway....and doing well...been up since about
1030 and cooking since noon....no desires to have one of them stinky
things....candles are burning the doors are open..cuz it is really
nice here....
Have a great day...
Hugs and blessings....

In article <1e62be80-539f-4061-94aa-64787ce33850@n33g2000yqb.googlegroups.com>,
Margie721 <SAVE_A_BOOBIE@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
>Superbowl Sunday is underway....and doing well...been up since about
>1030 and cooking since noon....no desires to have one of them stinky
>things....candles are burning the doors are open..cuz it is really
>nice here....
>Have a great day...
>Hugs and blessings....

I'm making apple stuffed spareribs.

Bruce (former Saints fan 1971-1975)

"Bruce Watson" wrote

> ...Bruce (former Saints fan 1971-1975)

I lived in New Orleans for a time, during the Summer and Fall of '71. I
stayed with some people who were rabid Saints fans, and would watch the
games on TV with them. I'm not a football fan, but it was impossible to
escape the weekend frenzy that overtook the house. I was more amused
watching them get all revved up about the games than I was about who won.

Anyway... there was this weird little local commercial running then.
It featured some kids sitting in front of a TV set, and the announcer is
telling them about how they can get a poster of some Saints player who'd
apparently kicked an amazing (record-breaking...?) field goal. The guy has a
deformed foot, or something. As the announcer is about to give the address
to write to for the poster, the TV conks out.

All the kids are upset. "Aw, gee whiz!" "Golly; I wanted to get that
poster!" "Darn TV!", etc., etc...

Suddenly a voice says "What's wrong kids?"-- and here's this same player,
all decked out in his uniform and helmet and everything, and he's magically
appeared in their living room.

"OH, BOY! IT'S ____________ !" (Whatever the guy's name was) they all clamor
and squeal.
"Gosh, Mr. So-and-so; the TV went out! We wanted to get that cool poster of
you kicking that field goal!"

"Well, I think I can fix that", he says-- and kicks the hell out of the TV
set-- which blinks on again, so the kids can get the address...

Very silly, and pretty corny-- but funny as hell, really. Cute. I don't know
who that player was, and the production values of the commercial were pretty
lousy; it was obviously a low budget thing shot for the local market.

Know who that guy was? Kicker with a bum foot of some sort?

Have a GREAT non-smoking Superbowl Sunday!

Margie721 wrote:
> Superbowl Sunday is underway....and doing well...been up since about
> 1030 and cooking since noon....no desires to have one of them stinky
> things....candles are burning the doors are open..cuz it is really
> nice here....
> Have a great day...
> Hugs and blessings....

--



When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
robbster | OOF

Wasn't there a guy who played for the Redskins with a foot like that? I
wonder if it was the same guy. I can't remember his name-- too many
years ago.

hugs,

elle

Jef. wrote:
> "Bruce Watson" wrote
>
>> ...Bruce (former Saints fan 1971-1975)
>
> I lived in New Orleans for a time, during the Summer and Fall of '71. I
> stayed with some people who were rabid Saints fans, and would watch the
> games on TV with them. I'm not a football fan, but it was impossible to
> escape the weekend frenzy that overtook the house. I was more amused
> watching them get all revved up about the games than I was about who won.
>
> Anyway... there was this weird little local commercial running then.
> It featured some kids sitting in front of a TV set, and the announcer is
> telling them about how they can get a poster of some Saints player who'd
> apparently kicked an amazing (record-breaking...?) field goal. The guy has a
> deformed foot, or something. As the announcer is about to give the address
> to write to for the poster, the TV conks out.
>
> All the kids are upset. "Aw, gee whiz!" "Golly; I wanted to get that
> poster!" "Darn TV!", etc., etc...
>
> Suddenly a voice says "What's wrong kids?"-- and here's this same player,
> all decked out in his uniform and helmet and everything, and he's magically
> appeared in their living room.
>
> "OH, BOY! IT'S ____________ !" (Whatever the guy's name was) they all clamor
> and squeal.
> "Gosh, Mr. So-and-so; the TV went out! We wanted to get that cool poster of
> you kicking that field goal!"
>
> "Well, I think I can fix that", he says-- and kicks the hell out of the TV
> set-- which blinks on again, so the kids can get the address...
>
> Very silly, and pretty corny-- but funny as hell, really. Cute. I don't know
> who that player was, and the production values of the commercial were pretty
> lousy; it was obviously a low budget thing shot for the local market.
>
> Know who that guy was? Kicker with a bum foot of some sort?
>
>

>Know who that guy was? Kicker with a bum foot of some sort?
>
Just asked DH, a veritable fountain of useless info: That was Thomas
Dempsey, had only 1/2 foot and set an NFL record 63 yard field goal.

Now I'm going to go google that info.

Happy Superbowl!!

--
BessieBee
Leslie
OOF :-)

"My face, I don't mind it because I am behind it.
It's the folks out front that get the jolt."
~My Grandma, 1898-1981~

>Now I'm going to go google that info.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Dempsey This is why everyone wants
him on their trivia team.

He still stinks like an ashtray though.

--
BessieBee
Leslie
OOF :-)

"My face, I don't mind it because I am behind it.
It's the folks out front that get the jolt."
~My Grandma, 1898-1981~

Ha! Okay, it was the EAGLES. I knew that guy had played for one of the
teams in the town I was living at the time!

Thanks

BessieBee wrote:
>> Now I'm going to go google that info.
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Dempsey This is why everyone wants
> him on their trivia team.
>
> He still stinks like an ashtray though.
>
> --
> BessieBee
> Leslie
> OOF :-)
>
> "My face, I don't mind it because I am behind it.
> It's the folks out front that get the jolt."
> ~My Grandma, 1898-1981~

"BessieBee" <BessieBee@fakeaddress.com> wrote in message
news:lemum5laonh8kgiq033f4bpcbpluthfgrb@4ax.com...
>
>>Know who that guy was? Kicker with a bum foot of some sort?
>>
> Just asked DH, a veritable fountain of useless info: That was Thomas
> Dempsey, had only 1/2 foot and set an NFL record 63 yard field goal.

Yes, yes, yes! That's him. Good player, kind of an inarticulate schlub-- at
least as far as I recall his ability to deliver 2 simple lines in a 30
second commercial. But hey-- I can't kick worth a damn for all my glibness.
I could never stand having to play football in school. All these large guys
trying to hit you and knock you down. Why did that never appeal to me...?

On Feb 7, 9:35*pm, "Jef." <j...@quitbuddies.org> wrote:
> "BessieBee" <Bessie...@fakeaddress.com> wrote in message
>
> news:lemum5laonh8kgiq033f4bpcbpluthfgrb@4ax.com...
>
>
>
> >>Know who that guy was? Kicker with a bum foot of some sort?
>
> > Just asked DH, a veritable fountain of useless info: *That was Thomas
> > Dempsey, had only 1/2 foot and set an NFL record 63 yard field goal.
>
> Yes, yes, yes! That's him. Good player, kind of an inarticulate schlub-- at
> least as far as I recall his ability to deliver 2 simple lines in a 30
> second commercial. But hey-- I can't kick worth a damn for all my glibness.
> I could never stand having to play football in school. All these large guys
> trying to hit you and knock you down. Why did that never appeal to me...?

Got any more New Orleans stories?
I went down there 2 (or 3) time for Mardi Gras.
Don't remember much...
Need to revisit and bring my mind along.

In article <hknfi5$fhq$1@news.eternal-september.org>,
Jef. <jef@quitbuddies.org> wrote:
>"Bruce Watson" wrote
>
>> ...Bruce (former Saints fan 1971-1975)

Upon further review, it appears I've shorted myself a few years
of fandom. I got out my old ticket stubs. The oldest is from 1969
(when I finished college) and I left New Orleans in the spring of 1977.
So the above should read . . .

Bruce (former Saints fan 1969-1976).

In the mid 1960s my dad learned the city would be getting a franchise
and immediately sent a check long before they actually started selling
seats. So he got some really good ones.

But during those years the best season record was 5-9. It wasn't
until after John Mecom, Jr. sold the team to Tom Benson in 1985 that
they had a winning season (and also went to the playoffs).

The games were fun to watch but it would have been nice to go
with the expectation they would have a real chance of actually winning
the game that day.

I left New Orleans for a better job moving to a city in 1977 whose
football team went to the Superbowl that first year. Didn't win it but
at least went. What a difference!

>I lived in New Orleans for a time, during the Summer and Fall of '71. I
>stayed with some people who were rabid Saints fans, and would watch the
>games on TV with them. I'm not a football fan, but it was impossible to
>escape the weekend frenzy that overtook the house. I was more amused
>watching them get all revved up about the games than I was about who won.

There's something about the South and football. Northerners and
Westerners don't react the same way. There are people who actually
don't follow it in the North and the West.

There was a recent episode on TV's The Big Bang Theory sitcom where
one of the characters has to learn football to impress his girlfriend.
None of the brainiacs would ever be suspected to know anything about it.
Except Sheldon. I could see that coming. His character is from
east Texas. If you live in the South, there is no way to avoid football.

>Anyway... there was this weird little local commercial running then.
>It featured some kids sitting in front of a TV set, and the announcer is
>telling them about how they can get a poster of some Saints player who'd
>apparently kicked an amazing (record-breaking...?) field goal. The guy has a
>deformed foot, or something. As the announcer is about to give the address
>to write to for the poster, the TV conks out.
>
>All the kids are upset. "Aw, gee whiz!" "Golly; I wanted to get that
>poster!" "Darn TV!", etc., etc...
>
>Suddenly a voice says "What's wrong kids?"-- and here's this same player,
>all decked out in his uniform and helmet and everything, and he's magically
>appeared in their living room.
>
>"OH, BOY! IT'S ____________ !" (Whatever the guy's name was) they all clamor
>and squeal.
>"Gosh, Mr. So-and-so; the TV went out! We wanted to get that cool poster of
>you kicking that field goal!"
>
>"Well, I think I can fix that", he says-- and kicks the hell out of the TV
>set-- which blinks on again, so the kids can get the address...
>
>Very silly, and pretty corny-- but funny as hell, really. Cute. I don't know
>who that player was, and the production values of the commercial were pretty
>lousy; it was obviously a low budget thing shot for the local market.
>
>Know who that guy was? Kicker with a bum foot of some sort?

I was at that game.

I still have the ticket stub.

My dad would drive into the city early, stop at a fried chicken outlet
for takeout, drive to the Ursuline Convent grounds, pay and park next
to the pedestrian entrance at Willow Street. We would tailgate then walk
the several blocks to the stadium to watch the player warmups an hour
before the start of the game.

Dempsey would get a holder and passer to practice field goals.
He would kick from 60-70 yards out. He would always make the
distance but from the east side, it was impossible for us to see if he
split the uprights.

He was born with no toes on his kicking foot. His boot was like a sledge
hammer with a flat front. Boots like that were outlawed after. Dempsey
was not a tall skinny soccer-style kicker. He was low and stout and
kicked the ball head on.

My dad hated cities and traffic so the parking ritual was setup for
a fast getaway before the streets would clog up. So we
always left the game with a few minutes to go. Most of the time it
didn't matter. The team was routinely way behind.

That day Detroit had the Saints deep in their own territory with
minutes to go. It didn't look like they had a chance to score.

We were on Willow Street when we heard a roar from the stadium behind
us. My dad always had a small radio with an earphone to listen to the
play-by-play on WWL. I asked him what happened. He said the station
went off the air. It wasn't until on the way home we found out.

I don't remember that commercial but I can see where they got the
idea from the radio outage.

The record still stands. It was tied in 1998 by Jason Elam with
my new favorite team. The team has had many winning seasons
and has gone to the Superbowl 6 times and won it twice since I've
lived here.

In article <f2f096cf-7203-4bc4-b1af-cd28d8159042@19g2000yql.googlegroups.com>,
DavidL <dvd716@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>Got any more New Orleans stories?
>I went down there 2 (or 3) time for Mardi Gras.
>Don't remember much...
>Need to revisit and bring my mind along.

New Orleans was a wonderful city to live in. Much better than
visiting. There are so many tourist ripoffs (more now than
30 years ago when I lived there).

The restaurants are magnificent but there are many that aren't.
You have to research hard to able to tell the difference. And
often what you might think a restaurant is a tourist trap, it
isn't.

You have to like oysters and crawfish to fully enjoy the cooking.
That's what they do best. Everything else is good too but
other cities east and west can do as well.

One of the charms of the city is its relaxed attitude with
alcohol. You can take a drink outside if you've taken precautions
to prevent broken glass. The plastic "go cup" is one solution.

So you have to like seafood and alcohol in order to enjoy it.

There are (or were) actually good places on Bourbon Street. You
would think it would be best avoided.

But the years and the hurricane have changed what I remember.
The French Market used to be an actual food market. It's just
one long T-shirt shop now.

I remember when the Morning Call was still along the river
behind the Cafe du Monde. BTW du Monde is not a tourist trap. There are
loads of tourists but the locals take coffee and beignets there.
It's always crowded but it's good and the price is right.

The only downside is the humidity. Don't go there in the summer.

On Feb 8, 11:34*am, anon3...@nyx.nyx.net (Bruce Watson) wrote:
> In article <f2f096cf-7203-4bc4-b1af-cd28d8159...@19g2000yql.googlegroups.com>,
>
> DavidL *<dvd...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> >Got any more New Orleans stories?
> >I went down there 2 (or 3) time for Mardi Gras.
> >Don't remember much...
> >Need to revisit and bring my mind along.
>
> New Orleans was a wonderful city to live in. Much better than
> visiting. There are so many tourist ripoffs (more now than
> 30 years ago when I lived there).
>
> The restaurants are magnificent but there are many that aren't.
> You have to research hard to able to tell the difference. And
> often what you might think a restaurant is a tourist trap, it
> isn't.
>
> You have to like oysters and crawfish to fully enjoy the cooking.
> That's what they do best. Everything else is good too but
> other cities east and west can do as well.
>
> One of the charms of the city is its relaxed attitude with
> alcohol. You can take a drink outside if you've taken precautions
> to prevent broken glass. The plastic "go cup" is one solution.
>
> So you have to like seafood and alcohol in order to enjoy it.
>
> There are (or were) actually good places on Bourbon Street. You
> would think it would be best avoided.
>
> But the years and the hurricane have changed what I remember.
> The French Market used to be an actual food market. It's just
> one long T-shirt shop now.
>
> I remember when the Morning Call was still along the river
> behind the Cafe du Monde. BTW du Monde is not a tourist trap. There are
> loads of tourists but the locals take coffee and beignets there.
> It's always crowded but it's good and the price is right.
>
> The only downside is the humidity. Don't go there in the summer.

What I do remember what the kind of "old world" feeling in many
places.
I should go back and do a few of the tourist tours.
Can't do the alcohol anymore, but I would eat the seafood 'till I got
sick.

In article <952e822a-e540-42f3-9ec2-546ad9eb76c3@u9g2000yqb.googlegroups.com>,
DavidL <dvd716@gmail.com> wrote:
>> In article <f2f096cf-7203-4bc4-b1af-cd28d8159...@19g2000yql.googlegroups.com>,
>>
>> >Got any more New Orleans stories?
>> >I went down there 2 (or 3) time for Mardi Gras.
>> >Don't remember much...
>> >Need to revisit and bring my mind along.
>>
>> New Orleans was a wonderful city to live in. Much better than
>> visiting. There are so many tourist ripoffs (more now than
>> 30 years ago when I lived there).
>>
>> The restaurants are magnificent but there are many that aren't.
>> You have to research hard to able to tell the difference. And
>> often what you might think a restaurant is a tourist trap, it
>> isn't.
>>
>> You have to like oysters and crawfish to fully enjoy the cooking.
>> That's what they do best. Everything else is good too but
>> other cities east and west can do as well.
>>
>> One of the charms of the city is its relaxed attitude with
>> alcohol. You can take a drink outside if you've taken precautions
>> to prevent broken glass. The plastic "go cup" is one solution.
>>
>> So you have to like seafood and alcohol in order to enjoy it.
>>
>> There are (or were) actually good places on Bourbon Street. You
>> would think it would be best avoided.
>>
>> But the years and the hurricane have changed what I remember.
>> The French Market used to be an actual food market. It's just
>> one long T-shirt shop now.
>>
>> I remember when the Morning Call was still along the river
>> behind the Cafe du Monde. BTW du Monde is not a tourist trap. There are
>> loads of tourists but the locals take coffee and beignets there.
>> It's always crowded but it's good and the price is right.
>>
>> The only downside is the humidity. Don't go there in the summer.
>
>What I do remember what the kind of "old world" feeling in many
>places.

Yes, it's like no other place in the US. It's heavily influenced
by French culture, even more so, Spanish, some southern (it really
isn't a redneck southern city, you can go only a few miles east,
west, or north for that), African, Irish. The people are
cosmopolitan urban not rural, Catholic not Protestant. They
like to party and don't feel guilty about it.

>I should go back and do a few of the tourist tours.

That's why spending a lot of time there is important. Most
people just see the Quarter. But it's a big city and a lot
of the nicer places are not in the Quarter.

>Can't do the alcohol anymore, but I would eat the seafood 'till I got
>sick.

And I can no longer stuff myself like I could as a college student.

I had the privilege of experiencing the city as a kid, a teenager,
a college student and lived there while a young adult. It meant
different things to me at those different ages. It was best
to have money and time.

I quit smoking there and went on a rampage of the grand restaurants.
Smokers claim their sense of taste is just fine. They lie.
Mine detonated in the megaton range. I had spent my smoking
years in a dense fog that dulled all my senses. I emerged from
that with an amazing clarity.

Before I left I asked what cook books I should take with me.
I still have them. The best New Orleans cooking here?
Mine. Yes, that's right, mine.

It's amazing how many try to recreate it here and fail miserably.
They just can't seem to get it right.

"DavidL" wrote

Got any more New Orleans stories?
I went down there 2 (or 3) time for Mardi Gras.
Don't remember much...
Need to revisit and bring my mind along.


I was there twice. First time in '71-- living hand-to-mouth, working temp
labor, shit jobs and crashing in a boarding house. I sang in bars in the
quarter, sang and played guitar in Jackson Square for change, sold the NOLA
Free Press, sold my own blood for money. Scuffling times. I found a great
place that sold breakfast-- one egg, toast, grits and coffee-- for 40 cents.
No shit! There was another place where you could buy a delicious bowl of red
beans and rice for 50 cents. I could sustain myself relatively cheaply. The
city was wonderful to explore, and very friendly, but I had no money. There
ARE lots of alleys you can pee in, I found...

11 years later, with my lovely bride on my arm and an American Express card
in my wallet, I went back, and was able to enter the places whose windows I
could only peer through, longingly, all those years ago. A room at a fine
hotel; no more alley-peeing! Dinner at Antoine's, brunch at Brennan's...
sigh! It's much, much better with money, believe me.

This actually took place on my first visit:
http://www.worldsoldestlivingboy.com...r%20Story.html

In article <hkpu6d$l61$1@news.eternal-september.org>,
Jef. <jef@quitbuddies.org> wrote:
>"DavidL" wrote
>
>Got any more New Orleans stories?
>I went down there 2 (or 3) time for Mardi Gras.
>Don't remember much...
>Need to revisit and bring my mind along.
>
>I was there twice. First time in '71-- living hand-to-mouth, working temp
>labor, shit jobs and crashing in a boarding house. I sang in bars in the
>quarter, sang and played guitar in Jackson Square for change, sold the NOLA
>Free Press, sold my own blood for money. Scuffling times. I found a great
>place that sold breakfast-- one egg, toast, grits and coffee-- for 40 cents.
>No shit! There was another place where you could buy a delicious bowl of red
>beans and rice for 50 cents. I could sustain myself relatively cheaply. The
>city was wonderful to explore, and very friendly, but I had no money. There
>ARE lots of alleys you can pee in, I found...
>
>11 years later, with my lovely bride on my arm and an American Express card
>in my wallet, I went back, and was able to enter the places whose windows I
>could only peer through, longingly, all those years ago. A room at a fine
>hotel; no more alley-peeing! Dinner at Antoine's, brunch at Brennan's...
>sigh! It's much, much better with money, believe me.
>
>This actually took place on my first visit:
>http://www.worldsoldestlivingboy.com...r%20Story.html

Money, lack of it or having it to spend, really made the difference
for me. While I was kid, and later as a teen, it was always with the
family (did what they did) and was indifferent to food and didn't drink,
of course. As a college student out for the summers, I was close
to your situation, not starving but no money and indifferent to fine food.

As an adult with a good paying job, drink became secondary to the dining
experience, no longer to get blotto.

Brennan's, of course, and there is Broussard's, Felix's, Acme (sadly
gone touristy by extending the menu from simply oysters), Messina's,
in the Quarter. Buster Holmes was a good, cheap place until he sold out
and it went upscale. I never really liked ice cream but Angelo Brocato
performed pure magic. Uptown there is Casamento's for oysters, Compagno's,
Pascal Manale's, Commander's Palace, and Parasol's for po-boys.

Out east where I lived there was Lakeview (no view of the lake),
which featured what was called an Oyster (and/or shrimp) Boat. It
was a unsliced loaf of bread, hollowed out, buttered, toasted,
and filled with fried shellfish. Magnificent! But it's been
gone for many, many years. I tried to recreate it just a few weeks
ago and found my grocery store now slices all the bread it bakes.
I'll need to special order the loaf.

Yes, money really made the difference. So did not having my sense
of smell dulled by smoking.

What part of the country are you from Margie? Just curious. I am located
in Griffin, Georgia, about 40 miles south of Atlanta.

On Sun, 7 Feb 2010, Margie721 wrote:

> Superbowl Sunday is underway....and doing well...been up since about
> 1030 and cooking since noon....no desires to have one of them stinky
> things....candles are burning the doors are open..cuz it is really
> nice here....
> Have a great day...
> Hugs and blessings....
>

Jef. and Bruce.... thanks for the stories and food reviews....
Wonder if I'll ever see the place again.
Right now,, I can barely get to the bathroom.
Had to sneak out of the house to get to work.
The kids are home for a slush day.