Wednesday night, I was installing a new chandelier above my kitchen table, and because I had to cut the power to my kitchen to do so, I couldn’t cook myself anything tasty for dinner. So I ordered a pizza. The 24-below zero temperatures meant lots of other folks had the same idea; 45 minutes to an hour for delivery! I told them I’d come pick it up, and that I had a coupon.
When I got to Godfather’s, the cashier asked me for my coupon. Right…the coupon. Its in one of these pockets…honestly…DAMMIT. I realized I’d forgotten the coupon. That was going to cost me like three bucks!
Knowing that Godfather’s doesn’t take the coupons, but generally just enters the code off them and hands it back to you, I thought quickly on my feet and busted out my iTouch. Using the free Wi-Fi from the bar next door, I pulled up the Godfather’s website and navigated to the online PDF coupons. Then I showed the page to the cashier.
Here’s the amazing thing: they took it! Just as if it was a paper coupon, they entered the code and gave me the discount. They also laughed at me to my face, and are probably still laughing at me now. Glad to be of service.
You bet.
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Sunday afternoon, we spent the afternoon at Buffalo Wild Wings watching first the AFC and then the NFC Championship game. Seven hours at the place, in front of the big screens, just hours after foolishly yelling Axl Rose Speeches into the mic with a cover band. Foolishly, I say, because…ah, well, never mind.
During the first game, Dick Herculanum was cheering for New England because he hates the Chargers. You might recall that last week, he hilariously rooted against both the Colts AND the Chargers, because he hates them both equally. As a Bronco fan, somehow this makes sense.
Personally, at this point in their run to douchebaggery, I’d root for Green Bay if they were playing New England. I’d do whatever I had to do, because the Patriots are loathesome at this point. From Belichick on down the line, they’re just impossible to have positive vibes for unless you’re a long-time Pats fan.
Saturday night, I took a friend of mine to the Creighton game. Whenever someone new goes to a game with me, they are amazed at how close to the court my season tickets are. It reminds me not to take my good fortune for granted, and to count my blessings. They’re good seats, but its easy to forget that when you sit there game after game for years and years.
Now, the game was great as usual, with lots of awesome action and cold beer. After the game, we headed to the Secret Weapon concert at the Waiting Room. I’d never heard of this band, but the girl who was at the game with me spent the better part of said game convincing me they were dominant. An 80s cover band that plays mostly arena rock, with the occasional bizarre Bangles or Lita Ford song thrown in for good measure. Lots and lots of Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, Guns n Roses, Journey, Eddie Money and Van Halen. Two guitarists, a bassist, a drummer and two lead singers. They were really good, actually.
A buddy of mine from Wisconsin sent me this, telling me he was “ashamed of my home state for this nonsense.” I’m just amused by it.
The FOX affiliate in Green Bay found out this week that Eli Manning’s favorite show is Seinfeld, so they decided to pre-empt the regularly-scheduled syndicated broadcast on Saturday night to show something else. Because Eli would totally have been in his hotel room, watching Seinfeld, laughing hysterically, and thus had a better chance at beating the Packers in the NFC Championship the next day.
Look, I’m no fan of Eli Manning, but if they really think he’ll suddenly throw six interceptions because he can’t watch Seinfeld on Saturday in his room at the Green Bay Super 8, they’re mistaken. Who do they think he is, Rainman? “Gotta watch Kramer, definitely Kramer, definitely Kramer…”
“So, are you excited for the new American Gladiators, brother?”
I got a call on Monday night from my brother asking me that question. “I’m watching it right now!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “No, its terrible, brother. Its unwatchable! And it looks fixed — its more rigged than the WWE!”
Unless it has Malibu with his crazy mullet and stoned-surfer dude stories…
“Well dude its like this. I saw this guy comin’, and I took the most excellent hit of my life! Next thing I knew, I was on the beach, takin’ in some cosmic rays, gettin’ healed by Mother Nature! Takin’ a little brewsky, holdin’ onto a beautiful babe, and I’m fine today! Sweet!”
Unless its got Mike Adamle as the straight-laced announcer, a pre-NFL commentator Joe Theismann taking the gig way too seriously, and believably-sized gladiators, how is it worth my time? Seriously, people are pissed at Roger Clemens for taking steroids in the butt and NOT about this?