The funny thing about Lincoln that I didn't realize until I left was that it was kind of a commuter college. And, by kind of, I mean that everybody went home or somewhere else on the weekends. The place was a ghost town Friday & Saturday Nights. In the two years that I was there, I think I only stayed there maybe 2 or 3 weekends. Everyone came back on Sundays & most came back in the early afternoon.
So, we knew that the Super Bowl could be a money maker for selling grilled cheese. And with my neighbor, Screech (everyone called him that because he bore a striking resemblance to Samuel Powers on Saved by the Bell), down the hall scoring a pool table that he somehow acquired from working at K's Merchandise, we knew that Sunday would be a big day.
I completely rearranged my single during the week prior. I got my hands on a comfy couch that someone was tossing out, then dismantled my bed & shoved it in the closet to make my room bigger. I turned a pair of school-issued bookcases/shelves on end to build a bar & the top made for a perfect griddle stand.
By Super Sunday, my floor had a pool hall (it took up the entire room & nobody slept in there) & a bar & grill. Each of us made several trips with 30-pack sized backpacks to carry our extra "books" up to the second floor, moving them to the fridge so we could enjoy them cold during the game.
Yuri brought over some ham & eggs. "We should throw these on a grilled cheese," he said. "We paid good money for this contraption here, we might as well get our money's worth." He sliced the ham with a knife & cooked the eggs over-easy. The smell filled my small room & when he assembled the sandwich it looked ginormous.
"I'll take one of those," I said & others followed suit. Yuri's breakfast grilled cheese was a hit.
Tampa Bay would go on to beat the Raiders that day in San Diego at Qualcomm Stadium, 48-21. At the time, I'd never been to San Diego, but it sure looked nice on my 19" color TV.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please Leave Comments Below: