Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts

Monday, February 2, 2009

Your Obligatory Post-Super-Sunday Post



Alright, alright, DKC. Little game called the Super Bowl happened yesterday. I have in fact heard of it. A couple of pointless thoughts on it after the jump.

1) First and foremost, you have to review that final play. Without question. Even if it's a hail-mary long shot, it's a shot.

2) Gotta feel bad for Kurt Warner. Incredible season.

3) I guess getting busted for weed and showing your dong on the Internet in the same season translates to Super Bowl MVP.

4) I can't decide if yesterday's offensive-coordinator coaching performance has changed my opinion on whether or not Todd Haley becomes the new head coach of the Chiefs.

5) Worst selection of Super Bowl commercials in a long time. Have they been getting worse the last few years?

6) Great freakin' game, though.

7) The first thing I'll do upon arriving home will be to scope the porn that aired during the SB broadcast in Arizona.

8) I read this morning that some have viewed Bruce Springsteen's agreeance to perform at halftime as a sellout. I am in disagreeance with that claim.

9) Prior to this post-season, I only acknowledged the existence of the oft-expressed sentiment that Steelers fans are a giant collection of tools. I now subscribe to the theory. Whole-heartedly.

10) I heard over the weekend that when the Indianapolis Colts won Super Bowl XLI, the team sent the then recently departed Edgerrin James a ring. That's got to be one of the lamest gestures ever.

I have this same predicament every year, and when I figure it out, I never write it down. Perhaps I should start. What is it that we do when football season ends? I enjoy hockey and gearing up for baseball spring training, and the draft isn't that far away, but criminy. Life without football is a step down.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Thursday ThumbTubes & YouNails: 1-29-09



We'll cut to the chase here, as my guts still aren't doing so hot. 'Tubes and 'Nails for all you attractive young bucks and lasses, after the jump.


This bit of Tubeage is pretty gay, except for the fact that it has hot, body-painted football fans in it.



(courtesy of With Leather via Busted Coverage)

A lot of horrendous nonsense regarding Joe Torre's new book has been circling the Nets, and to date I've restrained from commenting on it. But,



throw in a story about Roger Clemens having another grown man rub ointment on his genitalia, and all bets are off.

Stumped over what tender vittles to serve at your Super Bowl party? PETA suggests veggies.



(clip courtesy of Awful Announcing)

Seven days ago, the Kansas City Chiefs parted ways with Head Coach Herman Edwards.



The four-letter network has already scooped him up from the ranks of the unemployed.

In case you were unaware of how to throw a Super Bowl party,



Big Daddy Drew, in what is likely his last Jamboroo of the year, stopped in at Deadspin to break it down for one and all.

Since we've practically made a theme of including Kurt and Brenda Warner material here on the TT&YNs, we may as well continue.



Feel free to tell me in the comments what in the hell this story was about, 'cause I still don't get it.

We're under three weeks 'til catchers and pitchers report to spring training. As you can see, Cardinals fans are stoked to share their opinions:



(image courtesy of The Big Lead)

Finally, I don't get too caught up in the "D.T. to Canton" talks that surface every year for the last five, and this year won't be any different. There are, of course, many pushes around the area that try to paint the picture for why he should be in. This footage is one:



My favorite moments in the clip include things happening roughly around the 2:35, 4:20, 4:50, 6:05, 6:11, 6:44, and 7:44 marks.

(clip courtesy of Arrowhead Pride, via Warpaint Illustrated)

For a less time-consuming look, peer at the NFL's page.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Super Bowl (Of Chili, Chips and Melted Cheese)

Thank Goodness Banky crafted a post on the weekend leadership turmoil in Kansas City. I tried on many occasions to summarize the events and kept getting stuck. Look, I can barely write about my own team firing its coach, much less the circus you guys have brewing out there.

So let's move on to the game we'll all be watching out of pure habit, Super Bowl Forty-Three. If you've found some shred of relevance to cling to in this thing, good for you. Maybe one of the key players attended your alma mater. Perhaps you typically shade toward the underdog, especially when they're facing a team and a fan base comprised of child-molesting, towel-waving mouth-breathers. Or maybe, just maybe, you put a few bucks on the game.

I, of course, whole-heartedly endorse gambling in all its forms. It makes a crappy game like Arizona-Pittsburgh seem positively mesmerizing. For this contest, though, my angle is food. You see, I'm throwing one of those big, cliche Super Bowl parties you've all suffered through, with two twists. One is that this football-watching fiesta is the last one I'll host for quite a while (baby due in April). The other is that the food is going to blow the doors off any foreign car within three blocks.

So all week we're going to talk grub here at the House. We'll drop you some easy-to-follow menu ideas that will dazzle your friends and the charm the panties right off any fillies you happen to wrangle into your kitchen this Sunday. Tasty vittles, after the jump...

One of the more endearing depressing commonalities among us HoG scribes is that we've all toiled forever in the restaurant biz. It got us through college, and then sustained us for many, many years after that. You see, we're all lazy and lacking any real ambition. So instead of following our chosen career tracks (medicine, the law, priesthood), we instead labored in the backs of greasy spoons.

The upside to this sloth is the ability to churn out a spread that will feed many guests. Now to do the same, you'll need to follow a few simple guidelines:

Get a crockpot. Hell, get two. Or six. Long the refuge of the lonely housewife, the slow cooker is actually a powerful tool of masculinity. Utilizing the crockpot in your arsenal allows you to heat and serve piping-hot dishes all day while you focus on more important tasks. Like, I don't know, watching the game. And drinking gallons of beer. And impressing your guests with football knowledge you've gleaned from reading the House of Georges all year. Scratch that last part.

Prep ahead of time. I know, it's elementary, but the more work you do early the less you'll have to do at gametime. Take a slice out of these last few weeknights and Saturday for prep and you'll enjoy your Sunday in drunken bliss.

Cheat. This tip is entirely predictable, as it comes from a lifelong Broncos fan. No one has to know you didn't spend 10 hours slaving over a smoker to produce that delicious pulled pork or rack of ribs. You can get ninety per cent of the flavor with ten per cent of the effort. An oven and a little liquid smoke go a long way, y'all.

And with that, let's get started on some chili. It can sit around all afternoon, all it needs is an occasional stir. You can smother it on burritos, burgers or hot dogs, you can make a Frito pie, you can dip chips in it, or you can just eat a bowl of it straight up. Versatile and powerful, just like Ben Roethlisberger's memory only the exact opposite.

Note: These are simple recipes for simple people. We're not the kind of guys that whittle things down to the teaspoon, we like measurements like "handful." If you need more precision, feel free to visit Allrecipes or the Food Network.

Green Chile

Now forgive me if I'm getting a little provincial here. I live down near the New Mexico border, which is normally not something to be bragged about. One benefit of proximity to this national eyesore, however, is access to savory green chile peppers. To whip up a batch you'll need to find frozen, roasted, peeled and diced chiles. The brand most available in my local grocery stores is Bueno. If you can find this stuff, you're in business. If not, call me an asshole and move on to the next dish.

You'll need a pound of ground chicken and a pound of cubed pork stew meat. Brown both in a skillet and transfer to a crock pot. Dice an onion and a head of garlic, and simmer them in that skillet with the little bits of fried meat and throw them in the crock as well. Add half a carton/can of chicken stock.

Bueno makes a variety of their frozen chile called Autumn Roast--it has more burned skins and and color variation in the peppers than their standard neon-green offering. It also only comes in Hot, so I'll typically do one large (or two small) tubs of Autumn Roast combined with one large tub of Mild. This makes for a nice crowd-pleasing stew--just enough heat to sweat off last night's whiskey bender but not so hot as to put your grandmother in the emergency room. Add your chiles to the crock pot (preferably thawed in a sink of cold water, but not necessary) and heat on high until it starts bubbling. Then crank 'er down to low and let it matriculate for a few hours, or days. Salt and pepper to taste.

Chili Con Queso

This can be as simple as dumping a brick of Velveeta and a can of Rotel into a crock pot. Nothing wrong with that, but just a tad more creativity can make a world of difference.

Velveeta technology has outpaced development of renewable energy and cancer treatment, and with good reason. Why would a brilliant chemical engineer want to get bogged down perfecting the electric car or a cure for leukemia when he can pioneer a better processed American cheese goo?

One thing I look for in my Velveeta is an absence of that sickly orange pigment that makes your queso look like bowling-alley cheese. Try the Mexican variety, which also adds some kick. You'll also want to sprinkle in some real cheese for authenticity. You can run the ball with pepper jack, but why not go deep with an exotic variety? Asadero? Havarti? Me, I like smoked Gouda--it adds another layer of flavor. Mince some fresh jalepeno, serrano or habanero peppers in to boot, perhaps some red bell peppers and cilantro leaves for color. Now add your foundation, one can of Rotel Original chiles-and-tomatoes, melt and you're in business.

Red Chili

I prefer to punt here and focus my efforts elsewhere. Campbell's makes a pretty damned tasty canned chili, I combine one can of Roadhouse and one can of Firehouse in my third crockpot and my United Nations palette of chili is complete. Serve with tortilla chips (quick tip: Tostitos makes a hard-to-find flour tortilla chip that will blow you away), Fritos, and sour cream garnish.

All through out the week we'll add to the feast, with main courses, sides and perhaps even dessert. I invite my colleagues to join in, I know for a fact that both of them possess red chili recipes that far exceed my canned option.


Update: If you are, in fact, purchasing a new crock pot, buy this one (discontinued but occasionally available on eBay) or this one. The multiple inserts allow you to heat several dishes at once.

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