First, a special shoutout to Gabe to hosting us all for SuperBowl XXXVIII at his place in Greenpoint. Alex, Mel and I journeyed out well before the 6:30 kickoff... catching the L to the G in flawless "Wow - the trains out here really aren't that bad" fashion (more on this later) and claiming our seats well before the masses arrived.


At our arrival we were greeted by Gabe and Carin's representation of the offensive line in shortbread form....


... which is when I busted out my signature "Notorious PIBs" (that's Pigs in Blankets, dawg!)


... which Kevin and Maggie matched with the unveiling of their Patriots cake (note killer artwork) which could only be followed up by...


... an arsenal of 300 beers. ("What's UP, Crisper Drawer. Bling bling!")


Now, hold on, we're just getting started... 6:30 strikes and the Johnny Dominos rolls up...


...carting $97.75 worth of pizza and Chicken Kickers...


... and Cheesey Dots and Garlic Bread.


If you let the math distract you, that's 60 premium cuts of tendern chicken breasts.


Not to mention a wide varitery of sauces.

Note to self: Make glasses full of blue cheese available for the toast at Little Brother Jonathan's wedding.


PIB's Round One was a slamming success. Disaster nearly struck when poor Maggie drew the unlucky stray quesadilla, an unfourtinate side effect of too-much-Cressant-roll, not-enough-pigs.


Though not as unfourtinate as the discovery of a rogue Chicken Kicker floating in Steve's drink.


End of the first quarter and Big Dig dials in from Vegas with the details on the office betting pool: 100 squares, $1400 pot, pot gets split everytime the score changes.

I came up empty (I got stuck w/ a 5 square) while Little Sister Katie and Dig both hit their squares (for what, $150 each?).


Gabe had the perfect setup at his apt... 15 seats around the main TV in the living room, plus a TV set up in the kitchen in case things got overcrowded (you have to applaud the foresight).

It wasn't until right before the half did we realize that the TV in the living room was some 3 seconds behind the TV in the kitchen (a delay due to digicable, perhaps?). On a 20 yard pass reception, you'd hear the crowd in the kitchen yell before you even saw the ball leave Brady's hands on the living room TV.


Of course, the TV reporting back from the future then became the main draw.

Everyone migrating to the kitchen + halftime = fast and furious Flip Cup action. (Note: the AFC vs. NFC color rivalry)


Team blue (er, me + Jill + Mel + Steve + Beeeeeeeee + Karmara) didn't fare two well against Team Red (Alex + Kevin + Gave + Carin + Maggie + guy in black shirt).


All discrepencies were settled by chin-ups and pull-up contests, thankfully not shown here.


Multiple rounds of Flip Cup led to the discovery of a *secret* third row of beers.


Row 3 of beers combined round 2 of the PIBs (which we strategically saved as a post-halftime show) makes Steve go all Ghost Face Killa.


Holla back from the bird eye view.


A haiku..

Few pics of people.
No pics of field goal tension.
Hands off the center.


We left around 12am or so, calling the local car services to see if we could get a ride back to Manhattan. No luck without at least an hour wait leaving us no other option but to brave the G train.

Train ride out to Greenpoint, 15 mins. Train ride back to Manhattan, 1.5 hours. Ugh.

Photo credit: Kevin and his camera phone.