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A different take on the Melo trade

Posted by keithosaunders on February 27, 2011

A few days ago I posted about the Carmelo Anthony trade, saying that the Knicks had mortgaged their future.  Shortly after posting I received a great rebuttal from Sherm, whose blog is called The Widening Geier. 

Mortgaged their future? I think you have it exactly backwards. This was about getting another bona fide scorer to build around in the future irrespective of the needs of this year’s team. True, this year’s team can’t rebound or play defense, but they’ll try to compliment Melo and Amar’e with guys who can over the next couple of years. Trading away young players and sacrificing cap space for guys who would fill the holes in this year’s team (rebounding and defense) would have been mortgaging the future. Clearly, the plan is to save cap space to add either Chris Paul or Deron Williams after next season and then get some cheap role players to defend and rebound. And lets not forget that Melo is a premier rebounding small forward as well.

The only player of any value they gave up was Gallinari. Chandler is a restricted FA at the end of the year and they were not going to waste cap space resigning him. Randolph has no offensive game at all. Mozgov was a project with terrible hands. Felton is a nice player, but a dime a dozen point guard and only under contract for one more year (same as Billips). They gave Felton two years knowing that Paul and Williams would be free agents after 2011-12 season.

Sherm makes a great point about Melo’s rebounding — in his Knicks debut he pulled down 10 boards versus the Bucks.  This to go along with his team-high 27 points.  Another great point is that after years of being saddled with salary-cap restrictions, the Knicks are finally in a position of having room to sign star players.  Clearly they will be able to augment this lineup in the offseason.

My problem with this team continues to be the coach — Mike D’antoni —  who is content to live and die by the three-point shot.  No matter how many great shooting forwards or point guards that the Knicks add, I cannot see them winning more than one round of playoffs playing the level of D that we have grown accustomed to under D’antoni.

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And the Grammy goes to…

Posted by keithosaunders on February 25, 2011

Two weeks ago the bassist and vocalist, Esperanza Spalding won the Grammy award for Best New Artist, beating out, among others, the teen heart-throb, Justin Bieber.  This was a huge upset, since Spalding is not a corporately-backed pop star, but a jazz musician. 

I found myself wondering if any other jazz musicians had won that award.  The answer is no.  I did, however, find some interesting tidbits while perusing the list of past winners and nominees.  Here are a few of the highlights.  (and lowlights)

Bobby Darin won the inaugural award in 1959, beating out Mavis Rivers.  That name probably doesn’t mean that much to you, but it does to me.  Back when I was in junior high school I was friends with a very talented saxophonist named Matt Catingub, whose mother is Mavis Rivers.  I remember him telling me that his Mom was a well-known jazz singer.  This was still a few years before I began studying and listening to jazz, so at that time it didn’t make as big an impression on me as it would have a few years later.  I do remember meeting her, as well as her husband, who was the famous vibraphonist, Red Norvo. 

For some reason the award wasn’t given in 1960 — I guess there were only old artists that year.  In 1961 Bob Newhart won and as far as I can tell he is the only comedian to take home this award.  

Bob Goulet won in 1963.  OK…

In 1965 the Beatles took the award.  They beat out a pair of incredibly talented Brazilians, Astrud Gilberto and Antonio Carlos Jobim, as well as Morgana King.  Not too shabby.

1970 saw Crosby, Stills, and Nash winning the award over Led Zeppelin and Chicago, and in 1971 The Carpenters beat out Elton John, Melba Moore, Anne Murray and, are you ready for this…The Partridge Family.

Carly Simon took the prize in ’72 over ELP and Bill Withers.  I’m sorry, Academy, but Bill has to win that award.

Oh my god, in 1975 Marvin Hamlisch won, beating out Bad Company, David Essex, Graham Central Station, and Phoebe Snow.  Pass the Alka Seltzer!

Natalie Cole restored respectability to the award in ’76, but in ’77 The Starland Vocal Band won it.  This was when you knew that the music business was mired in a bleak period.  To back up this point I give you the next two year’s winners:  Debby Boone and A Taste of Honey.

Rickey Lee Jones was the first winner of the 80s and she beat out a very respectable field:  Dire Straits, The Blues Brothers, and Robin Williams.

 1984 was a good example of New Wave artists dominating.  Culture Club won against Big Country, The Eurythmics, and Men Without Hats.

In 1986, 21 years after the Beatles won, Julian Lennon was nominated, but he lost to Sade.

Milli Vanilli won in 1990 but they were subsequently stripped of the award after it was discovered that they lip synched their songs!  I bet Neneh Cherry, Indigo Girls, Soul II Soul, and Tone Loc were mad.

Miley Cyrus’s Dad, Billy Ray Cyrus was nominated in 1993 but he lost to Arrested Development.

Norah Jones won in 2003 but don’t tell me she’s a jazz singer.

Finally, I give you the year with the most one-name nominees:  2008.  That year saw a field of Feist, Ledisi, and Paramore, none of which won.  The winner?  Why Amy Winehouse, of course.

Esperanza Spalding

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Clusterfuck of the stars

Posted by keithosaunders on February 23, 2011

I remember when sports used to be fun.  You rooted for your team year in and year out and for the most part it had the same cast of characters — turnover was gradual.  Growing up in Los Angeles, come spring we could count on the Dodgers fielding an infield of Garvey, Lopes, Russell and Cey.  In the fall we would look forward to seeing Jack and Jim Youngblood anchoring the Rams defense; a few years before that it was Deacon Jones and Merlin Olsen.

These days it is rare to have a core group of players playing for the same team for a sustained period of time.  Recently we’re seeing a trend of high-profile players, who through collusion, or the desire to play for a championship team, have managed to find a way to circumvent the NBA’s salary cap and play for the same team. 

We’ve seen this for years with the New York Yankees and Boston Redsox.  Players such as Roger Clemens or David Cone would come to New York after denying trades to other teams in order to pick up their ring.  (the Yankees didn’t win a Series with Johnson, largely because he was terrible in the playoffs)

Last year, when Lebron James announced he was leaving Cleveland for South Beach, and Chris Bosh followed suit from Toronto, I said to myself, “this stinks on ice.”  How great would it have been had Lebron stayed in Cleveland and brought them to the promised land?  He would have been an all time hero.  Instead his ring will be reduced to the staus of foregone conclusion.

With yesterday’s blockbuster trade of Carmelo Anthony to the New York Knicks we have a grouping of stars that is as puzzling as it is annoying.  Why would a team that is second in the league in scoring trade for another offensive player?  The Knicks can’t rebound and play defense — now they have mortgaged their future for a one-dimensional player who is anything but a proven winner. 

It turns out that last summer, at Anthony’s wedding, New Orleans Hornets point guard, Chris Paul, made a toast in which he suggested that he, Amare Stoudemire, and Anthony team up in New York.  Two thirds of that ring-seeking triumvirate are in place.   

Carmelo Anthony

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Baby needs a new pair of shoes…NOT APPROVED!

Posted by keithosaunders on February 17, 2011

These days budget cuts are all the rage in Washington D.C.  The new sexy talking point around the beltway is ‘cutting spending.’  All that money flushed down the toilet on needless programs like college aid, job training, and the EPA will finally be saved. 

Funny thing, though.  When George Bush was in office I didn’t read one word about cutting spending.  He couldn’t spend money fast enough.  Under his regime we saw an enormous expansion of government — two wars and the creation of the bureaucratic black hole that is homeland security.    The tax cuts for the rich made it certain that we would go into massive debt.   It was the go-go aughties, however, and everyone knew that real estate prices would continue to go up for the rest of time.  Taxes?  We didn’t need any stinkin’ taxes!

But I have to hand it to the Republicans.  They always manage to outmaneuver the Democrats.  They stay two steps ahead at all times.  When they were in power they spent money like drunken sailors.  By the time the Democrats got in there was only one thing to do:  Cut spending.  

With the massive poverty and the harm to our infrastructure that will result from these cuts guess which party is going to take the blame?  This clears the way for the next Republican administration and the spending can begin anew. 

Checkmate.

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This is the business we have chosen!

Posted by keithosaunders on February 15, 2011

Watching The Godfather is like eating Lays potato chips — with Lays you can’t eat only one chip, and with The Godfather you can’t turn it off after only one scene.  I was scanning around the channels Sunday night and happened upon The Godfather II on AMC.  It was just beginning and I said to myself, ‘Let me just watch the opening party scene and I’ll turn it off and go to bed.’  Two hours later, after telling myself I just wanted to get through the Cuba scene, I staggered out of the living room, tired, but happy.    

No matter how many times I see these films — The Godfather and its sequel —  there’s always something new that reveals itself to me.  This time around I realized that when Michael takes a trip to New York to pay a visit to the family friend and associate, Franki Pentangeli, he’s actually visiting the house where he grew up on Long Island where much of the orignal film is set. 

The film is extremely well-written and the plot is layered in such a way that one never runs out of things to key in on.  This time around I was enjoying the scenes with Lee Strasberg as Hyman Roth.  Strasberg plays Roth as a genial, yet cunning old mobster who tries to play up his history and loyalty to the Coleone family throughout the years.  There’s a fascinating cat and mouse game between him and Michael — who knows what and how much does he know?    

Finally, frustrated that Michael has not been forthcoming with the money due for a business arrangement Roth bears his fangs:

Lee Strasberg as Hyman Roth

There was this kid I grew up with; he was younger than me. Sorta looked up to me, you know. We did our first work together, worked our way out of the street. Things were good, we made the most of it. During Prohibition, we ran molasses into Canada… made a fortune, your father, too. As much as anyone, I loved him and trusted him. Later on he had an idea to build a city out of a desert stop-over for GI’s on the way to the West Coast. That kid’s name was Moe Greene, and the city he invented was Las Vegas. This was a great man, a man of vision and guts. And there isn’t even a plaque, or a signpost or a statue of him in that town! Someone put a bullet through his eye. No one knows who gave the order.  [almost certainly it was the Corleones] When I heard it, I wasn’t angry; I knew Moe, I knew he was head-strong, talking loud, saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead, I let it go. And I said to myself, this is the business we’ve chosen; I didn’t ask who gave the order, because it had nothing to do with business!

It’s a riveting soliloquy and serves as the perfect description of the business code of these gangsters.  All of the killing and double-crossing — it’s not personal, just business.

Shortly after that scene we see Michael with his brother Fredo and some of Roth’s men at a live sex show in Cuba.  Fredo, who is drunk, accidentally let’s slip that he knows Johnny Olin, (Roth’s #1 man) thus revealing to Michael that he has double crossed the family.  We see the expression on Pacino’s face slowly morph from curiosity to shock, as he realizes that his own brother has betrayed him.  This is all done without a word of dialogue from Pacino.  It is a Brando-esque performance and in my opinion is the best acting of his career.    

"I know it was you, Fredo -- you broke my heart -- you broke my heart!"

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disco fever

Posted by keithosaunders on February 13, 2011

I was listening to my Pandora today and for some reason it decided that I wanted to hear a set of disco music.   This got me to thinking what was it about disco that I liked and disliked.  Growing up in Van Nuys, California my friends and I hated it.  What did we care about dance music?  To us, the Stones and Zeppelin were real music.  I was just getting into jazz when disco hit and I found myself feeling removed from pop music.

It’s interesting to look  at disco music in the light of where pop music is today.  These were songs written by people who had a real sense of melody, harmony, and groove.  Contrast anything that the Bee Gees or Donna Summers did with the one chord hip hop vamps, or the wall of sound syntheziser-infused Disney channel pop machine.  The music of today is very much a corporate undertaking and the musicianship and craft is sorely missed.

One of the songs that Pandora played was K.C. and the Sunshine Band’s Get Down Tonight, an early disco hit.  When you listen to the funky clavinet comping, and the sparse, funky bass-line you can hear that these guys definitely checked out bands such as The Ohio Players and Sly and the Family Stone.  The music is not far removed from the early 70s soul groups and that spirit permeates the music. 

Disco was a bass player’s music.  The drummers all but had their balls in a vice.  They were tamped down, both in terms of what they could play and their presence in the mix.  For them it was four on the floor and not much else.   (not at first, but post Saturday Night Fever)  Gone were the days of  Stevie Wonder-esque earthy, swing-infused drumming, or those Earth Wind and Fire kicks on the last sixteenth of the measure.  Disco drummers were reduced to building a shed — Bam Bam Bam Bam — while the bass players had free-reign over the groove, sometimes taking part in the melody. 

Even with these inherent flaws there was plenty of good music to go around.  More importantly there was work for musicians.  String players, horn players, backing vocals — they all worked.  There were sessions galore, as well as gigs in town, and touring. 

Disco was ruined by the record companies who watered it down, codified it, and turned out factory records such as Disco Duck and Won’t You Take Me To Funky Town.  By the early 80s the discos began to close and people stopped buying the records.  Dance music would continue but the synth genie was out of the bottle.  One no longer needed to be a skilled musician in order to write or play a song.  The craft was lost and the record labels and corporate America had little interest in nurturing its return. 

Donna Summers

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NFL, are you ready for greatness?

Posted by keithosaunders on February 10, 2011

Another Super Bowl is history and we now stagger into the dark period of the sports year when there is nothing to watch but meaningless regular season NBA and NHL games until the opening day of the baseball season comes to the rescue.  This year the doldrums will be a few days shorter owing to MLB having moved their opening day three days earlier than usual to March 31st. 

But I digress.  It was a good, not a great game.  The Packers dominated the first half until Pittsburgh obliged us by putting up a good fight in the second half only to fall short.  Boo hoo — they have enough championships.

What I really want to talk about is the halftime show, which was an abomination.  If the Black Eyed Peas is the best that the NFL can offer then maybe they ought to throw in the towel and go back to using Up With People.  I appreciate that the NFL is making an effort to appeal to a younger demographic, but for gods sake, don’t do it with mediocrity!  Better to trot out old leviathans such as The Who or The Stones.  At least they could rock at one point. (albeit a point that is now decades in the rear view mirror) 

Sending the Black Eyed Peas out to do a halftime show is like asking Pee Wee Herman to play Hamlet.  It’s not in their skill-set.  Fergie?!  Give me a break.  She sounds like my grandma on acid.  What’s more, the one song they do that I would have cared to hear  — My Humps — wasn’t suitable for Middle America.  That’s the song with these catchy lyrics:

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps 

Cole Porter couldn’t have said it better.

Fortunately for the NFL, I am here to solve their halftime problem.  Commishioner Goodell, if you want to hire an A-one class act that is professional, supremely talented, and under-the-radar, do yourself a favor and run, do not walk, to hire Cedar Walton.  There isn’t a better jazz pianist out there.  He’ll sound great, he’ll look marvellous, and best of all he will not embarrass you!  

Not only does Cedar bring excellence to the table, but he will imbue the halftime show with the dignity deserving of such event.  Us middle-aged jazzers will be thrilled to finally see our hero get his due, and the oldtimers will be happy not to have to fiddle with their hearing aids.  The youngsters will also be happy as long as you play up the fact that jazz is the most hated music of all time.  To them, seeing Cedar on the stage will be an enormous ‘fuck you’ to the yuppies that are pining to see the milquetoast bands of their youth. Not seeing Foreigner, Aerosmith, or Madonna on the stage will be worth putting up with ten minutes of hellaciously swinging hardbop.

Furthermore, I guarantee you that Cedar’s price tag will be hundreds of thousands less than The Police would have been.  It’s a win-win situation.  And just think how good those special effects will look to the sounds of Bolivia!   
    

Cedar Walton

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Spring is here

Posted by keithosaunders on February 9, 2011

February in California.  The holidays are ancient history, football is over with, and the winter school break looms.   This can only mean one thing:  Spring is here. 

We’re breathing a sigh of relief now that the long, brutal winter has finally come to a close.  We’ve endured some rain, a little wind, and a few earthquakes that were too small to measure.  Us Californians are stolid people, however, and we endured the harsh winter weather in stoic silence as it wreaked havoc on jogging schedules and ruined outdoor wine-tasting events.

Blizzards in Chicago?  Ice storms in New York?  Snow in Dallas?!  That’s all well and good, but here in Berkeley, the cherry blossoms are in bloom and we’ve had nothing but clear 68 degree days for the past two weeks.   

With this kind of weather opening day of the 2011 baseball season must be right around the corner.  What’s that you say?  Seven weeks?!  D’oh!

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Super Bowl memories: The return of the Jedi

Posted by keithosaunders on February 6, 2011

This has turned into a much bigger project than I had originally envisioned.  I felt the subject needed a little gravitas so naturally I went with Jedi.  I bet Lukie Skywalker doesn’t remember where he was for every Super Bowl. 

Super Bowl XXXIV — Atlanta

Rams vs Titans

The beginning of the aughties saw my Super Bowl viewing locale stabilize towards the greatest Borough in the world: The Bronx.  I would arrive at Jeff’s house about a half hour before game time ready for the pageantry that is the Super Bowl.  In keeping with the tradition begun over a decade earlier, the Super Bowl meal was always, and will always be, deli.  Let other people have wings, burgers, or whatever they want.  They’re peasants!  Real men eat kasha on Super Sunday. 

This was one of the great Super Bowls.  With three seconds remaining the Titans were at the Rams 10 yard line threatening to score the winning touchdown.  Quarterback Steve McNair passed to Kevin Dysan who caught the ball at the three yard line but was stopped at the one as the game clock elapsed.  

Super Bowl XXXV — Tampa

Ravens vs Giants

Nothing much to say here other than the Giants laid a huge egg in their return to Tampa.  I watched the game at my LIC apartment.  Perhaps the game was so traumatic that it wiped every detail of that day from my mind.  Moving on…

Super Bowl XXXVI — New Orleans

Patriots vs Rams

Back in the Bronx with Jeff and deli for the dawn of Patriots; unfortunately an era that persists to this day.  This was a great back and forth contest with the Patriot’s Adam Vinatieri kicking the deciding field goal as time expired.

Super Bowl XXXVII — San Diego

Buccaneers vs Raiders

It’s hard to believe there was a time in the not so distant past when the Raiders were good.  (and that the Buccanners have a Super Bowl victory) The Bucs coach, John Gruden, had previously coached the Raiders for three years.  Somehow the Raiders, even though their former coach was coaching against them, never bothered to change their playbook!  The result?  48-21 Bucs.

Super Bowl XXXVIII — Houston

Patriots vs Panthers

Keith:  What’s that?!

Jeff:  What?

Keith:  I think I just saw a nipple

Jeff:  What the hell are you talking about?!

Keith:  I’m not sure.  It happened so fast, but I think I just saw Janet Jackson’s nipple!

I was half-heartedly watching the halftime show.  Jeff was in the other room talking on the phone.  It was my dumb luck to witness the greatest split second of television history.  The beauty of it was that it could only be done once.  Shortly after the unveiling,  league rules were put in place insuring that every televised game would use a seven second delay.

 It was another great game and another great session of pageantry and deli at Jeff’s.  The game was tied late and we were in a frenzy looking forward to the first overtime game in Super Bowl history.  It was not to be, however, as an out-of-bounds Carolina kick off gave the Patriots great field position enabling Vinatieri to kick yet another game winning field goal.  32-29 Pats.

Super Bowl XXXIX — Jackoonville

Patriots vs Eagles

Jeff’s house. Deli.  Patriots.

Super Bowl XL — Detroit

Steelers vs Seahawks

Really, Seahawks?  Your one shot at a Super Bowl and this is what you give us:  Penalties, dropped passes, and poor clock management.  I’ll leave it to the readers to guess where I was and what I ate.

Super Bowl XLI– Miami

Colts vs Bears

My sixth straight year viewing the game in the Bronx saw Peyton Manning win the big prize.  Not much to say but Daaaaaaaa Bears! (lost)

Super Bowl XLII — Glendale, Arizona

Giants vs Patriots

I guess I picked the right year to throw my only Super Bowl party.  The Giants shocked the world and that blowhard Belicik went down along with Brady. (multiple times)  In attendance were my family, Jeff, drummer Taro Okamoto, and friends Thomas, Janet, and Ernie.  Afterwards I drove to Small’s jazz club in the Village and everyone was outside in a great mood, happy, yelling, honking horns.  No rioting, though.  People think that New York is a dangerous town but we never riot when our teams win.  So suck on that, Chicago!

Super Bowl XLIII — Tampa

Steelers vs Cardinals

Back at Jeff’s for this exciting matchup in which the Cardinals fell just short. This was yet another game that had overtime written all over it.  Late in the game the Cardinals had a three-point lead.  The Steelers had the ball and we figured they would play for a tieing field goal.  Wrong.  With 35 seconds left Roethlisberger through a touchdown pass to Santonio Holmes.  27-23 Steelers.

Super Bowl XXIV — Miami

Saints vs Colts

The Saints had the temerity to start the second half off with an onside kick.  They were successful but Jeff and I got a DSP.  (didn’t see play)  The Saints pulled away but the novelty of seeing New Orleans win the championship made up for the one-sided second half.

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This wraps up Keitho’s first ever Super Bowl memory recap.  Who knows what memories tomorrow’s game will bring?  I’ll be back in another 30 years to review the next batch.

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Super Bowl memories: Part II

Posted by keithosaunders on February 4, 2011

The 1980s and ’90s were an era of Super Bowl routs.  You can count the compelling games on one hand.  Whether it was the Buffalo Bill’s four-peat of futility, the reaming of the Denver Broncos, or the one-off pratfalls of the Chargers and Falcons, it was an era of lopsided spectacles.  I watched them all.

Super Bowl XXII — San Diego

Redskins vs Broncos

I watched the game at my Aunt Ellie’s and Uncle Herb’s in downtown Brooklyn, USA.  My friend Jeff and I volunteered to bring over food from the 2nd Ave Deli in the East Village.  We didn’t count on the fact that every Jew in New York had that same idea, and we ended up missing practically the entire 1st quarter.  By the time we arrived Denver was ahead 10-0 and had concluded the scoring portion of their afternoon.  Before we had finished our corned beef sandwiches, Doug Williams had thrown four 2nd quarter touchdown passes and the game was, at least for this blog’s purposes, over.

Super Bowl XXIII – Miami

49ers vs Bengals

A rematch of Super Bowl XVI.  This time I was couch-side for the action.  Once again Jeff and I found ourselves at Ellie and Herb’s, this time joined by cousin Alan.  This was one of the few good games of this era, capped off by a late 49ers drive to give them the victory.  After the game the normally mild-mannered Herb lost his temper.  All day long he had been doing the slow-burn because Alan, upon arriving, had taken his shoes off, and Herb hated feet.  When Herb’s repeated attempts to get Alan’s attention failed, he finally lost it, exploding in a rage of invectives — an eventful end to an action-packed day.

Super Bowl XXIV — New Orleans

49ers vs Broncos

The first of many Super Bowls I would watch at Jeff’s house in the Bronx.  I had a gig in Connecticut so Jeff taped the game.  Somehow I made it back to Jeff’s without having discovered the score.  What followed was a good old-fashioned blood-letting.  52-17 Niners.

Super Bowl XXV — Tampa

Giants (!) vs Bills 

Jeff scored tickets to this game, but I had a gig at a restaurant called Camelback and Central on the East side, with the singer, Richard Lanham, and was unable to go.  Thank god there was a TV there and I was able to see most of the action, most notably the Giant’s clock-eating 3rd quarter drive, the Bill’s 4th quarter scoring drive, and the subsequent Scotty Norwood missed field goal.  20-19 Jints!  

Super Bowl XXVI — Minneapolis

Redskins vs Bills

Don’t be fooled by the final score, which was 37-24 Redskins.  This game was 24-0 at the half and going nowhere fast.  I’ll give you $100.00 if you can name the Redskins quarterback.  Time’s up!   Mark Rypien.  The game was so forgettable I don’t even remember where I was.

Superbowl XXVII — Pasadena

Cowboys vs Bills

The Cowboys had become good again but more importantly for them, they played the Bills.  I watched the game in my Long Island City apartment (I was living in Queens by then) with my wife, Debra.  Final score:  52-17.  Ouch.

Super Bowl XVVIII — Atlanta

Cowboys vs Bills   

I went to Fort Lauderdale, Florida with my wife to visit my in-laws.  My parents flew in from Las Vegas to join us.  My brother, who was living in Orlando at that time, drove down to Ft Lauderdale to complete the family affair.  I watched the game mostly with my Dad and brother.  I say ‘mostly’ because midway through the 1st quarter my father in law sat down, watched one series of plays, and declared that Dallas would win the game.  He then left the room and we didn’t see him until dinner later that evening.  It turned out he was right.  30-13 Boys.

 Super Bowl XXIX — Miami

49ers vs Chargers

How ironic that with all of the supposedly great Chargers teams of recent history, their one actual Super Bowl team was a forgettable squad quaterbacked by, of all people, Stan Humphries.  Stan who?!    I had a gig at Trumpets in Montclair New Jersey and missed most of the game.  Good thing, too.  The 49ers romped.  What’s that I hear?  The 49ers just scored again!

Super Bowl XXX — Tempe

Cowboys vs Steelers

Not a bad game compared to the array of clunkers that preceded it.  Final score 27-17 Dallas.  I watched the game at my LIC pad with my wife, one year old son, Jake, and cousin Alan who had free reign to take his shoes off. 

Super Bowl XXXI — New Orleans

Packers vs Patriots

I watched the game with Alan’s poker cronies at the apartment of Dan Afariat (The Afarianator) on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.  At halftime a poker game broke out.  I drank too much beer, and all I recall is losing a large amount of money.  This was my pre anger management days and I ended up screaming at poor Alan.

Super Bowl XXXII — San Diego

Broncos vs Packers

Viva Las Vegas!  I was visiting my parents in Vegas and watched the game with my Dad.  The Broncos finally won one.

Super Bowl XXXIII — Miami

Broncos vs Falcons

DRG.  That stands for Don’t Remember Game.  This was Elway’s swan song.  He was da winnah.

To be continued…

 

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