A View from Calico Jack’s...
A periodic—maybe weekly—perspective on Little Buffalo at
Calico Jack’s
by Phil Mann
Some times are approximate:
Fellow NYCBBB staff members/hangers-on – Anna and Kevin – blow
past me and my family without noticing us. And we were the only freaking
people in sight! But, I called out and forced them to come over, and to
say nice things about my kids, whether they meant them or not.
Anna, our photographer, says she can’t really get into taking photos
until she gets a bit drunk, because she’s so shy. This, of course,
is the same woman who flashed her lower-back Bills tattoo to Marv Levy at
the mere suggestion that she do so. I know what Marv will be atoning for
this Yom Kippur….
Matt Kabel’s wife, Nicole, mentions she enjoys my column. She must
be the ONLY person who has ever read it. I’ll have to find a way to
feature her prominently this week.
Nicole tells us that she’s studying to be a massage therapist.
I’m thinking, “OK, I get massages sometimes because of my bad
neck and back. I’d like to support her new career, but would it be
inappropriate for me to get a massage from Kabel’s wife? How mad
would he be? It IS her career, so it’s justifiable. Then again, I
wouldn’t want my wife massaging Kabel. Of course, she’s a
technology consultant, so that would make no sense.”
Hmm…these wings aren’t bad. A little black, though.
God, I hate the Fish
This game rocks: Kelly Holcomb drives the Bills down the field. 7-0!
How the HELL didn’t they get a TD when it was first and a foot?
Still, it’s 10-0. I’ll take it.
Finally, Eric! My father in law, a Fish fan, had referenced this week as
an “easy win” for his team. Well, it’s 17-0 now, old
man. Should be 21-0, but it won’t matter in the end.
Where’d that Fan of the Week from a couple of weeks ago go?
Well, there goes the shutout. But, we’re in decent shape. This game
still rocks.
A 30-yard f-ing TD pass! What the HELL is going on here? I’m not
feeling so good.
We were doing a lot better when I was eating wings. I’ll eat some
more, but I’m really not hungry anymore.
Yes! A field goal. At least that forces the Fish to get a touchdown. The
Fish fan who Kabel mysteriously allowed to sit at his table mocked us:
“It’s only a field goal.” Apparently, he’d rather
need a TD to win rather than a FG.
I think I’m going to be sick. And the excess wings are only a part
of it.
What the HELL goes on in the Bills’ locker room at half-time? Are
they making adjustments or playing canasta?
Seriously, I think I’m going to vomit on Nicole at the next table,
which would REALLY make Kabel angry. I mean, he might find it amusing at
some level, but still…
I am definitely going to spew. And I definitely can’t imagine what
my father in law would say if we lose this game.
I wonder if I should write this week’s column in the voice of a
Florida “yenta”? Just a thought…. And, no, I
don’t expect most people to understand why I just typed that. But no
one other than Nicole is reading this, anyway.
Oh my f-ing God. Please, no Jacksonville-type ending, like we had week one
last year.
This game rocks! But I still think I’m going to vomit.
E-mail feedback and comments to Phil Mann at
pjmann at nyc.rr.com
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