Thursday, September 18, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Actually, that ain’t me at all. After the plane landed late and sat on the runway for an hour, I went to the gym, picked up Ricky, did laundry, cleaned, vacuumed, mopped, bathed Ricky and then hit the wall so hard I can’t will myself to conjure up a smarmy finish to this sentence. Ricky, by the way, was so tired from his kennel stay he passed out standing up on the ledge outside our place.
So forgive me as I delay recapping the trip to Wisconsin – which was amazing – one more day. In the meantime, enjoy my new favorite New York Post headline:
Monday, September 15, 2014
So when the Jets signed convicted Pit Bull killer Michael Vick, I immediately stopped rooting for the team I’ve loved my entire life. And when my friends decided to go to Wisconsin to see the Jets play in the most historic stadium in the NFL – Lambeau Field – the trip was too much fun to pass up, so I came with them, and kept on not rooting for the Jets.
At Lambeau, I wore the same t-shirt MMA fighter Gordon “Shotgun” Shell, a huge Pit Bull lover, wears into the ring every time he fights. I must say: my friends and all the Jet fans were respectful of it, and Packer fans took pictures of it. The stadium was beautiful. The weather was warm. It couldn’t have been a more perfect day.
More about the whole weekend in the next few days. For now, I’m on my way back to LA, unscathed.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
I’m going to Wisconsin this weekend with my brother and six friends, where we’ll catch a baseball game in Milwaukee and a football game in Green Bay. A top-shelf extravaganza.
But sports are only half the mission. All of us want the real Milwaukee experience, which means brats, cheese curds, and frozen custard – and that’s just breakfast. I volunteered to scout the restaurants and stadium food that are must-haves, and what I’ve learned thus far is: the closest Wisconsinites have ever come to eating better is eating butter.
Exhibit A, above is a mashed potato and pulled-pork parfait. It’s served at Brewer games, and I’ve already packed a fistful of blood thinners in anticipation.
Leaving Saturday. Coming back Monday. Funeral, I wanna say Thursday-ish.