j.ko: Awwright. Is Lovie Smith the star of the latest version of “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, or The Second Coming of Christ/Ditka? As always, thoroughly explain your reasoning. (I need a Bears fix)
The following was written before Sunday’s loss to Carolina: The jury is out. He may be taking a team with no business being there to the Super Bowl. That could be Ditkaish — motivating a team that’s not ready to play way above their heads. It could also be flukey — see Minnesota’s 15-1 season of a few years back. Even if the Bear wins Super Bowl XL — which, *sigh*, they won’t — the jury won’t come in until next season. (And in regards to next season, a note to Jerry Angelo: In the draft, sir, get a top-tier tight end, offensive line depth, and another wideout. In free agency, throw a “One year deal and let’s win a Super Bowl” offer sheet at LaVar Arrington. Briggs, Urlacher, Arrington….) Regardless of what happens tomorrow vs. the Panthers, I think we have the makings of a run at the 2007 Super Bowl.
Party at my house.
Post-loss addendum: This is the first time since maybe 1987 when we lost a game to end the season and I was hopeful about next year rather than relieved this year was over.
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Big: Topic! Meals you have been disappointed by, and why.
In order to distinguish “disappointing” restaurant meals from “bad” ones, I use the following rule: Without undue effort, can I remember anything I had to eat? Example: If you say “Hugo’s Cellar”, I can immediately say “NY strip with red wine reduction, tableside caesar, a bottle of Segura Viudas, and a plate of chocolate-dipped fruit.” But if you say “Aureole”, which is much more highly regarded by food snobs, I would still be — indeed, am — thinking “Now, was it venison, or elk? And there was something creamy. Polenta? Mashed potatoes?”
Using that standard, the five most disappointing meals of my life based on a prior-anticipation-to-eventual-memorableness ratio:
5) Arthur Bryant’s. Now, that doesn’t make it awful, but I had expected transcendence. The sauce, however, tasted like someone had spilled an awful lot of allspice in the mixing barrel. Turns out I prefer Memphis-style sauce. So, disappointing relative to buildup.
4) The muffuleta sandwich. Nothing but raves all around, and then I had one. (Yes, in New Orleans, at the Central Grocery.) Much too busy, and much too bready.
3) Prime, Las Vegas. The service was so, so, so bad that all else has been blocked from my memory. This is, without a doubt, the worst service I have had anywhere that I didn’t have to unwrap my food.
2) Aureole, Las Vegas. Everything was bland — the food, the decor, the service. Technically spectacular, but passionless and unmemorable. There is probably an excellent film-comparison to be made here. Maybe ‘Godzilla’. And I love Charlie Palmer’s steakhouse, so it’s not him personally.
1) Thai food. I keep trying, and people keep telling me the stuff is wonderful, but it just doesn’t do it for me. I’ve tried. I have. But it reminds me of Asian-influenced Kibbles ‘N’ Bits ‘N’ Bits ‘N’ Bits.
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Nate, you’re next, and your humane solution to hunger will be accompanied by “Waiting For The Bus: A Play In One Act”