Easy Like Sunday Morning
Basically I have not left my house in about four weekends. I'd say I'm going stir-crazy, but I'm not sure what it is I should be doing. I've been on the road a bit during the work week and the thought of getting in the car and going somewhere is absolutely numbing. So, here I sit.
Yet there is always Sunday morning to look forward to. When I was a kid the scent of the onions garlic and olive oil always got me up and out of bed. There was usually a discussion of which Mass we'd be attending, and I took a long time reading the sports page.
This morning, I started the sauce, and read the paper. Sam was the first out of bed looking for the Las Vegas lines so he could pick the football games in a competition against Matt. It's a tradition handed down from my brother and I and it makes me laugh because I'm living with an 8-year-old bookie.
"How is San Diego giving up 2 and a half?" he asked me this morning. "They're just trying to make me pick the Colts. I think it's a sucker bet."
I stirred the sauce and laughed.
"I think I'll take the Chiefs today," he said. "The Bills have lost four in a row and their cornerbacks are injured. That sauce smells good."
I wonder if my father was ever stir-crazy as he prepared the sauce and spoke of homework, church, and whatever game was on that day.
"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked.
"Stay home," Sam said. "Are you kidding? Where would we go? The games are on and you're already making dinner."
So, here we are. Don't bother calling the cell phone - the house phone will work just fine - just remember that the office closes down after pasta. I feel the need for a nap coming on.
"The Bills are going to win today," Sam said after some deep thought.
There you have it - straight from the bookie's mouth. He thinks they'll cover the spread too, and he says bet the over.
Yet there is always Sunday morning to look forward to. When I was a kid the scent of the onions garlic and olive oil always got me up and out of bed. There was usually a discussion of which Mass we'd be attending, and I took a long time reading the sports page.
This morning, I started the sauce, and read the paper. Sam was the first out of bed looking for the Las Vegas lines so he could pick the football games in a competition against Matt. It's a tradition handed down from my brother and I and it makes me laugh because I'm living with an 8-year-old bookie.
"How is San Diego giving up 2 and a half?" he asked me this morning. "They're just trying to make me pick the Colts. I think it's a sucker bet."
I stirred the sauce and laughed.
"I think I'll take the Chiefs today," he said. "The Bills have lost four in a row and their cornerbacks are injured. That sauce smells good."
I wonder if my father was ever stir-crazy as he prepared the sauce and spoke of homework, church, and whatever game was on that day.
"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked.
"Stay home," Sam said. "Are you kidding? Where would we go? The games are on and you're already making dinner."
So, here we are. Don't bother calling the cell phone - the house phone will work just fine - just remember that the office closes down after pasta. I feel the need for a nap coming on.
"The Bills are going to win today," Sam said after some deep thought.
There you have it - straight from the bookie's mouth. He thinks they'll cover the spread too, and he says bet the over.
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