So last night for Valentine's Day, My-Sugar-Na suggested that I grill a couple of really nice steaks that she had purchased recently. Since I can grill with best of them (charcoal, people; gas grills are like outdoor ovens) I decided it would be quite lovely to stand out in a gentle snowfall and fire up the ol' grill. I grill regularly - even in winter - and most recently grilled on Super Bowl Sunday.
Yes, I know the Super Bowl (Side note - The MVP selection was a crock. David Tyree caught one of the two TDs, and made the catch that saved the game for the Giants, and instead a marketing machine was named MVP) was just played yesterday, but on Saturday, I went to Long's Wong and attended a viewing of Game 4 of the 1957 World Series (the "Nippy Jones" game).
Last week Friday (January 11th), I had surgery on my right elbow. The first time I had a twinge in my elbow was in Januray 2005. At that time, I had bowled three nights a week for a few years, but I was only bowling one night a week for the beginning of that seaon. I was asked to bowl in a new league for the second half of that season, and on the very first night on this new team I felt a twinge in my elbow. Not that it really hurt, because that same week I bowled a career-high 847 series at Bluemound Bowl (which included two 300 games).
1. My-Sugar-Na and I stopped by Tommasino Italia' for dinner last night. The restaurant on 74th & Greenfield (formerly the beloved Doyle's Milwaukee Inn) is owned by Thomas Doyle. During dinner (fantastic pizza, by the way, with fresh giardinara and parmesan on the side), I spoke with Mr. Doyle. He stated two very interesting and believable things.
Thursday evening, My-Sugar-Na and I went to Potowatomi Casino to watch the Packers game in the Northern Lights theater. We made the mistake of eating at the buffet before saving our seats, and when we got to the theater an hour before game time, all of the seats were either saved or occipied. My-Sugar-Na and I waited for about thirty minutes until two seats opened up. In the row directly behind us was Frank Calieno's father. Unsolicited, he introduced himself to us as "Frank Caliendo's Dad". I don't actually know his first name. Clearly, he is proud of his son, and he was quite proud of the fact that the elder Caliendo had just gotten back from California and will be on an episode of Frank TV in the near future.
As much as I would hate to turn away readers, if you don't know much about craps, this entry might be hard to understand. But please, try to follow along.
I apologize for not posting an update after the second block on Wednesday. Our internet server at work went down. I then had dinner plans, and when I got home I was informed by My-Sugar-Na that we were part of Time Warner's service outage. Not only was there no internet, but there was this little matter of the World Series going on. Service hadn't been restored at home before I went to bed, but it is all better now at work, so let's see if I can sneak in a full post (and still keep my job).
For the last few weeks, My-Sugar-Na has been helping children get to school as a West Allis crossing guard.