Some of the things that Phil and I did aren’t always as memorable as things that happened with out Ole Phil. This is one of those times. Super Bowl 1980 finds us in New York City where Phil knows about this great bar in Manhattan(don’t remember the name) where they have the best super bowl party. A quick cab ride and we’re there, only to find out that you have to have a $100 square on the pool board to get in. 100 squares with 1 guest per square. Once again Phil has led me down a blind alley.

Knowing that every bar around would be packed by now we just kinda mulled about near the door. When what should my wondering eyes should appear but a drunken idiot who wants to sell his square for the $100 cost. . A C-note later and we’re in. and, it was a great time. A huge free buffet, cheap drinks, and two of those huge screen surround sound projector TVS. With a little less than two hundred friends we saw the whole game, winning the third quarter square worth $2500 covering all of our costs and then some.

Drunk and drunker we stumbled out of the bar 2 grand wiser. Trying to figure out where to go from here when another drunken idiot stumbled out and offered me $ 500 for my square. I, thought about it for a second and Phil tried to talk me into keeping said $100 square for next years game where the same party would happen just like the previous 12 years. I just being the drunk in the drunk and drunker opted for the $500. Phil got over it right about the third round of beers at Mcsorley’s Ale House. But that’s another whole story in itself and too long for this tale. Needless to say we caught the last train to White Plains where we were staying with Phil’s mother, and that another story too.