Bread City Basketball

Still basking in that Super Bowl afterglow, I wrote an article all about my favorite football team and girlfriend, and now it’s on Giants.com. Dag.

paranoia’s heavy
looking through
the peep hole

why is that grey
lincoln idling
right outside my window?

Garlic knots just don’t get the respect that they deserve. You forget all about them until the day that you’re hungry but you’ve only got a dollar, which is about fifty cents short of a slice. Everybody knows that knots are 3 for $1. That’s the universally accepted garlic knot price point, and it isn’t going anywhere. The knots are putting in work every day, making the pizzeria smell good, taking up the empty space on the counter, soaking through the wax paper with oil and parmesan, and you’re going to tell me that they’re less important than calzones? Get that out of here.

Garlic knots were invented in 1973 in Ozone Park, Queens. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact location, because garlic knots were sort of a simultaneous invention, like the telephone, and they spread like wildfire. The goal was to find a way to re-use the leftover scraps of pizza dough, so it wouldn’t go to waste. The result was the most greasy, the most pungent and the most delicious $1 worth of food to ever get pushed over a cash register. Let me get 6, and sprinkle some red pepper on that too.

MEET ME AT THE KNOT SPOT, SON!

He creeps up quick
inside the coat check
beer broke
and invisible.

give me sixteen dollars
or I’ll blow my goddamn brains out

life tax, life tax
I gotta be holding something

ten time the sex
ten times the money

life tax, life tax
I gotta be holding something

I used to have a football blog, but I gave up on it after last season. It’s just been sitting there, catching crazy page hits and comments on two-year-old gambling picks, so I decided today to shut it down. But there is one thing I had to salvage, an interview with the guy who claims to have invented the D-FENCE sign. This was originally published in September, 2006.

Click Here For The Interview

The New York Giants win the Superbowl. People are going crazy all over the street on Third Avenue. High fives are flying everywhere. Little kids cursing out Tom Brady and swinging from scaffolding. People hugging people yelling people. We go past Red Sox bar Professor Thom’s and yell at the losers. Boston sucks! That’s what you get for cheating! That’s what you get for running up the score! High five ground zero. It’s a nice night too, mild. There are tears and beers. I also won a wing eating contest. So epic.

blue bubblegum
bikini babe

curling her hair
around a finger

like winding up
a yo-yo string

about to start
again.

Been a long time since I posted up on Bread City Basketball. I’ve been grinding on grad school and next week, I’m going to be teaching an undergraduate class at Brooklyn College. Too crazy. Meanwhile, my little publishing company is finally ready to put our first book!

TWO ADVENTURES includes eye popping artwork and two childhood adventure stories by myself and my friend Sam Decker featuring: danger, canoes, weird hermits, baseball, dogs, guns, and Hawaii.

You can buy it here.

Bread City Basketball has been blowing the back in of the internet for one whole year! Time to take a vacation. If you don’t know, now you know.

photo by Mark Portillo

Classic Knicks set to the classic bar mitzvah dance-off jam. Memories of Hubert Davis and pigs in a blanket. If you from the hood I know you feel me.

Kid ‘N Play killin it with positivity. Check out the throwback jersey.