He creeps up quick
inside the coat check
beer broke
and invisible.
give me sixteen dollars
or I’ll blow my goddamn brains out
life tax, life tax
I gotta be holding something
ten time the sex
ten times the money
life tax, life tax
I gotta be holding something
I used to have a football blog, but I gave up on it after last season. It’s just been sitting there, catching crazy page hits and comments on two-year-old gambling picks, so I decided today to shut it down. But there is one thing I had to salvage, an interview with the guy who claims to have invented the D-FENCE sign. This was originally published in September, 2006.
Filed under: Bread City, New York Giants, Superbowl, Writing | Tags: creative sports journalism
The New York Giants win the Superbowl. People are going crazy all over the street on Third Avenue. High fives are flying everywhere. Little kids cursing out Tom Brady and swinging from scaffolding. People hugging people yelling people. We go past Red Sox bar Professor Thom’s and yell at the losers. Boston sucks! That’s what you get for cheating! That’s what you get for running up the score! High five ground zero. It’s a nice night too, mild. There are tears and beers. I also won a wing eating contest. So epic.
