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More than a game

In Fever Pitch, the under-appreciated love letter to the Boston Red Sox, super fan Ben (Jimmy Fallon) tries to explain his single-minded devotion to the team to his workaholic girlfriend Sarah (Drew Barrymore):

fever pitch“Clearly, it’s not just a game! If it was, then obviously I wouldn’t care about it this much.

Twenty-three years.

Do you still care about anything you cared about years ago? How about–how about five? Name me a single thing that you’ve cared about for five years.”

That scene always spoke to me.  Even though Ben was talking baseball — a sport I personally never bonded with — I had that passion.  But mine was for…

KENTUCKY WILDCATS BASKETBALL

Harrison shotI’m a proud UK alum.  Years ago, I camped out for those hard-to-come-by tickets at Rupp Arena.

Now in New York City, I  watch very game that the networks allow, and have suffered every negative comment slung at the team this season by the media, haters and ‘fans’ alike.

And I never stopped believing.

The 2014 NCAA tourney has been an incredible, heart-stopping, unbelievable ride.  Kudos to our young team for putting their heads down, playing their hearts out and showing what they are made off when it mattered the most.

Now, let’s all enjoy our FINAL FOUR experience!!

 

 

Fog City fate

My history as a good luck charm in the sporting world is well-documented.

I’ve logged assists for Kansas City, Boston and New York baseball and football teams in their successful bids for World Series and Super Bowl championships.

san fran union squareAnd although my stay today in San Francisco’s Union Square neighborhood is a scant 12 hours in length, I fear it has made the outcome of Sunday’s game a foregone conclusion.

I haven’t followed pro football at all this year.  In fact, the only game I have viewed was San Francisco’s win over the Patriots in early January.

Now I find myself in the City by the Bay mere hours before the Super Bowl.  I’m not sure anything the teams throw at each other will affect my good luck one-two punch.

Sorry, Baltimore.  I know not what I do.

Deja vu

The following post is a re-edit of a Sticky Egg blog entry dated November 5, 2009.  The names have been changed, but let’s face it…

No one is innocent here.

I’m sorry, Philadelphia Boston.  I didn’t mean to.

When I moved to New York City three five years ago, I had hoped being a sports team ‘good luck charm’ would help the Mets, but alas — the Yankees Giants won…again.

Even though my powers are extremely strong — and are becoming more legendary by the day– I’ve never had much control over them.

They first surfaced in Kansas City in 1992.  Mere weeks after I moved there, Joe Montana signed with the Chiefs.  Kansas City didn’t win a Super Bowl under Joe, but they were definitely post-season contenders.

I moved to Boston in 2000 and lived there for six years.  I think we all know the impact I had there.  Two World Series wins for the famously denied Boston Red Sox.  The Patriots win the Super Bowl not once, not twice, but three times.

But the minute I moved to New York City — we’re talking, I’d been in town just a couple of months — the New York Giants win the Super Bowl, defeating the New England Patriots.

Ouch.

My power is infinite and brutal and — with the Yankees’ World Series win just last night now that the Giants have handed the Patriots their second defeat — impossible to target.

I’m starting to wonder who’s behind my powers, and more importantly — what city is gonna pay me for them?

Chicago, I’m in the book.

Beantown

I’m having a Boston feel good kinda morning.

Rory Dog and I are in town this week and started revisiting our old haunts today.

Nothing is more fun than watching that 13-year old puppy race into the Public Garden and Boston Commons.  He takes the same paths, checks out the same squirrel trees — even pees on the same spots.

It’s like we never left.

And when we return to the apartment, what film is playing on FX but Fever Pitch, starring Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon.

While not a perfect movie, it is a great Boston sports movie — primarily due to the timing of the Farrelly Brothers’ shoot.  This story of a Boston Red Sox fanatic and his attempts to balance a romantic relationship with his baseball obsession wrapped during the Sox’s unbelievable World Series win.

Talk about a happy ending.

It just kinda fits with this beautiful, Boston day.  It’s a nice place to visit.  And we’re glad to be here.

Where’s the beef?

New York City may have it all, but it ain’t got The Cheesecake Factory.

Believe me — I was just as shocked as you.

I have to go all the way out to Long Island or venture into New Jersey to enjoy the mega menu and monster portions of this ginormous chain restaurant.

When I lived in Boston, it wasn’t a matter of whether or not they had a CCF — it was which one you wanted to go to!  Beantown residents have the pleasure of not one, but two locations.  All that, and the Red Sox, too.

But the city that never sleeps?  We have to take the LIRR — that’s the Long Island Railroad for you out-of-towners — to put our heads down into the gilded CCF trough and still come home with with enough food for four more meals.

It brings a tear to the eye.

Now, The Cheesecake Factory has created a completely new category of food  — the Glamburger — a burger too special to call ‘ham.’    Inspired by six different cities — cities which have a CCF, no doubt — these delicious-looking burgers appear to be the size of your head.

And CCF is even letting you create the next Glamburger in the “Great Glamburger Challenge.”

I don’t even like hamburgers that much, and I entered…because the winner gets a Glamorous Getaway.

Bet there’s a CCF there, too.

My apologies

I’m sorry, Philadelphia.  I didn’t mean to.

When I moved to New York City three years ago, I had hoped being a sports team ‘good luck charm’ would help the Mets, but alas — the Yankees win.

I’m not any happier about this than you are.

Even though my powers are extremely strong — and becoming more legendary by the day– I’ve never had much control over them.

They first surfaced in Kansas City in 1992.  Mere weeks after I moved there, Joe Montana signed with the Chiefs.  Kansas City didn’t win a Super Bowl under Joe, but they were definitely post-season contenders.

I moved to Boston in 2000 and lived there for six years.  I think we all know what impact I had on that town.  I helped the Red Sox break the curse and win the World Series not once, but twice.  The Patriots won the Super Bowl not once, not twice, but three times while I was in town.

And the minute I moved to New York City — we’re talking, I’d been in town just a couple of months — the New York Giants won the Super Bowl by beating the Patriots.

Ouch.

My power is infinite and brutal and — with the Yankees’ World Series win just last night — impossible to target.

I don’t like the Yankees.  I consider them to be the demon seed.  I thought that when I moved to New York City, my powers would help the Mets, who — let’s face it– could really use it.  But so far, nothing.  Nada.  And now this.

I’m starting to wonder who’s behind my powers, if, indeed, the Yankees win.