a bowl of a green leafy substance for breakfast. cookies for lunch and then clams with pasta for dinner. two cans of new england clams simmered with fresh garlic, oregeno, red chili, dill, chix stock, evoo. Add undercooked al dente' angel hair pasta(or whatever you want) and let it sit in the mixture to finish cooking and soaking up the clam juice mixture. Fresh parm regianno to finish with a squeeze of lemon or lime to taste with a cold glass of blanche de bruxelles w orange wedge.
I don't mind them except when I'm wearing my Cam jersey at Buffalo Wild Wings here in Cali and someone makes a snide remark about me being a bandwagon fan when they don't even know me. What they don't know is I've been watching Panthers games for as long as I can remember and other than a few select seasons, it's been basically viewed with a man of constant sorrow playing in the back of my head. Eat a dick bitch I don't need to explain myself to you on how I'm a Panthers fan in California I'll curb stomp your candy ass.
i cant go to the one by my place anymore. i got kicked out of there for getting into it with a 9ers fug. i was on a warning from the buffalo game where they changed the freagn game on the last drive and i missed the whole thing except when it came back on right as manuel threw the td. i almost ripped the managers throat out but appologized and given a warning.
I jumped and yelled, prompting my wife to give me "the look." She said, "if you had woken up the baby, I would have killed you." I informed her that that was as reserved as I could possibly have been.
i dont have kids but believe me i can relate a little bit.
ive reached the point now where i have to watch the games with only panther fans or by myself. I would rather not be in public with my language or attitude. Im going full on ape poo, win, lose or draw... volcanic is a better adj to describe me when the game starts.