that were getting together to watch the game. The one thing that I remember (besides the fact that the outcome of the game sucked) was that when Bill and I left the Underground Wonder Bar after listening to some great music, it was -6 degrees!But, that must have been short term memory which was lost, because when I heard that this was the Tenth Anniversary of Stupid Bowl, I had no choice but to book another flight north.
Stupid Bowl is where the guys book a condo in the Wisconsin Dells, which is a summer resort town, where we take over the indoor pool and hot-tub for the weekend and find some local drinking establishment to watch the game. It was started when the Green Bay Packers were in the Super Bowl, and when we were young enough to enjoy ice fishing, walking in the snow and 60 degree temperatures (yeah, this global warming myth is a bunch of crap!).
So, I booked my ticket based on Russ's sage advice (something about Wisconsin women and Spam) and the next thing I knew (did I mention that neither Chicago, nor Dallas, nor even Green Bay were even IN the Super Bowl?) I was stuck in the Memphis airport for 8 hours waiting for Chicago O'hare airport to open long enough for the snow plows to clear the runway.
The good news was that Debbie let Russ drive the All Wheel Drive SUV to pick me up. The bad news was that Russ had already drank 2 beers before I found out that Northwest had sent my luggage to Detroit.
Now, I'm not going to go into the details involving shopping for new underwear (you tell me, Victoria Secret or Kmart?) nor the two nights in Chicago prior to leaving for Wisconsin, but best I can recall White Castle hamburgers used to come in bunches of 6, not 3. Ken, you didn't fool anyone blaming it on the rabbits, or squirrels.
After driving thru a snow storm on icy roads, MANY accidents and emergency vehicles, and a pit stop at an abandoned port-a-john at a closed, truck weigh station, we arrived at the Caribbean Club Resort. Again, you must realize that this is on a lake, which is surrounded by resorts, and is known for the Tommy Bartlett Water Ski Show, which, in case you haven't been following along, requires LIQUID water. Something we did NOT have. So instead we had empty condos, ice fisherman, and a hot tub built for 12.
As is often the case with this type of gathering, either I don't recall all the details, or they aren't fit for publishing on a blog that my mother might read. Either way, the New York Giants won the Super Bowl, we learned about spitting, Russ learned about lap dances and Depends, Ken's new knees made the trek half way across the lake, Jim could work at the Mystery Spot, house on the hill, Gary makes great pickled bologna and Al, well he's the philosophical one that probably said something we all thought was great but can't remember what it was.The trip back to Dallas was nearly as eventful as the trip there, with a "fuel stop" in Austin due to weather in Dallas and the shuttle bus driver dropping me at at Nate's Seafood for a Fat Tuesday celebration complete with blues music and a LOT of boiled crawfish. It was good to be home and I'm already starting my lobbying for next year's Stupid Bowl to be held in Texas, or where ever it is that my house is parked, which HAS to be warmer than the Midwest.
Life is Good, Send...whatever it is you cook with Spam.
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