Go Ahead, Eat a Pretzel at the Football Game

It was a terrific job. They sent me out from under the concrete bleachers into the crowds and I yelled, “Pretzels! Pretzels!” and people would call me up the rows and rows of bleachers to buy a pretzel or two.

 

... On autumn Saturdays through those treacherous teen years the different age groups would appear at the high school game for sundry reasons. Most pre-teens actually went to watch the game and root, root, root for the home team. 

 The pubescents sought out their own, and like strange dogs meeting for the first time, they spied, sniffed and checked each other pubescent and gathered under the Saturday sun.

My best friend, Teen Angel, worked at a local bakery-deli for a few years. His uncle Harry pushed and pulled and got him in with Ed Strat at Belle Maid on Joralemon Street near the Rec House in Belleville... That's how I ended up selling pretzels at the high school games...

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Read: Greetings From Belleville, New Jersey by Anthony Buccino

Channeling Dad

During one Super Bowl, I spent the evening changing the door knobs on all the doors in our old house. “That,” my daughter has said for 25 years, “is why none of them close.”
 Who needs football to prove manliness? Men build stuff, use saws, hammers, nails, screwdrivers and pound nails. Me, I don’t use those electrical gadgets you find in the box stores these days. I use the hand-tools Dad left behind 33 years ago. The ones with his initials burned into the handles. He was a carpenter, and had a lot more practice, but I can still hit my left thumb pretty good....

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Have you watched enough football?

Check This Out

We came across this ad for a booklet, "No, I'm Watching Football - your guide to a successful football watching relationship."

Supposedly, this handy little booklet shows you how to "set a precedent with the significant so you can watch all the Sunday football action you want!"

C'mon, shouldn't you guys be vacuuming the house or loading the laundry instead of watching football for hours and hours? I mean the Giants are done, and the Jets are an illusion. So, what's the point of watching grown men run into each other to knock each other down, or better yet, break something on the other guy?

"NO! I’m Watching Football is an informative, fun read for anyone who enjoys watching football or anyone who has ever fought with your significant other about watching football!" Or so they say. If you get to read this book before I do, let me know. Meanwhile, I'll be out in the snow, walking the dog.

BLOGGER DISCLOSURE (Required by federal law) Neither the owner of this blog nor the blogger got a free review copy of this booklet.