Here's something to ponder while you are wiping the sauce off your chin later today as that most super of party days unfolds.
We're actualy hitting the party trifecta this weekend, something I'm not sure has ever lined up this way before.
Friday we witnessed, once again, that gastronomic wing-ding of eating excess known as Wing Bowl. In its 16-year run, this event dreamed up by WIP morning guys Angelo Cataldi and Al Morganti has gone from the lobby of the Wyndham Franklin Plaza with a few eaters and a handful of fans, to 20,000 people packing the Wachovia Center.
It's a bunch of fat guys sucking down wings, while thousands of guys drink beer and ogle busty women who seem intent on displaying their wares, all the better to improve their chances of appearing on the jumbotron.
Is this a great country or what?
Today of course we imbibe in that most American of holidays, Super Sunday. At some point, amid the chips and salsa, wings, pizza, beer and soda, they might actually play a football game. After all, they need something to wrap around the day's real competition, the ads that run during the game.
Just two days later, Mardia Gras arrives, the annual bacchanal that ushers us into the season of Lent.
And what am I giving up for Lent this year? Yes, I will once ago forego all alcohol for 40 days. It gets a little harder to do each year. Being a newspaper editor doesn't help.
Neither do weekends like this one. Now, it's on to the wings.
We're actualy hitting the party trifecta this weekend, something I'm not sure has ever lined up this way before.
Friday we witnessed, once again, that gastronomic wing-ding of eating excess known as Wing Bowl. In its 16-year run, this event dreamed up by WIP morning guys Angelo Cataldi and Al Morganti has gone from the lobby of the Wyndham Franklin Plaza with a few eaters and a handful of fans, to 20,000 people packing the Wachovia Center.
It's a bunch of fat guys sucking down wings, while thousands of guys drink beer and ogle busty women who seem intent on displaying their wares, all the better to improve their chances of appearing on the jumbotron.
Is this a great country or what?
Today of course we imbibe in that most American of holidays, Super Sunday. At some point, amid the chips and salsa, wings, pizza, beer and soda, they might actually play a football game. After all, they need something to wrap around the day's real competition, the ads that run during the game.
Just two days later, Mardia Gras arrives, the annual bacchanal that ushers us into the season of Lent.
And what am I giving up for Lent this year? Yes, I will once ago forego all alcohol for 40 days. It gets a little harder to do each year. Being a newspaper editor doesn't help.
Neither do weekends like this one. Now, it's on to the wings.
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