Just when I thought Joey the Vig had retired to Bora Bora, to loll in the sun, drinking mai tais, smoking his Cohiba Esplendidos and tickling the cabana bunnies, I find out he couldn’t stay out of the game.
So there at my door, much to my chagrin, stood Sal and Vito and a third little friend, who didn’t say much, nor did he look like a fellow that I wanted to hear from.
As usual, Sal did the talking.
“Yo, Seedy, we wuz just in the ‘hood. You know we were going to stop and see cousin Benny Impellizzeri first, eat some dinner and take one of his splendid pies back to Joey, but he wasn’t open yet. So Vito sez, let’s get the biz with Seedy out of the way, and we’ll come back. Right, Vito, that’s how it was, right?”
“Soos, anyway, Joey’s having his little bowl pool again this season, and would be most appreciative if you would participate. He’s really looking forward to receiving your entry form. And entry fee, if you understand what I’m sayin’? You think Seedy here, understands what I’m attempting to impart, Vito?”
“Yeah, whatever. I sure hope so, Sal. I don’t wanna get all messed here before dinner at Benny’s.”
All of which is to say, my loyal readers, that Seedy is more than several sheckles shorter financially than when I awakened.
I’m now facing the prospect of having to correctly prognosticate this season’s bowl winners in order to maintain my fiscal well being. Not to mention my physical well being, should I somehow upset Joey the Vig, a man who does not like to be displeased. Picking games for fun, as I have all season in Seedy K’s Pithy Pigskin Picks, is one thing. With money on the line, it’s another matter entirely.
So, loyal readers, and other Joey the Vig, uh, “clients,” stay tuned as I venture from New Mexico to Potato(e) country to Hawaii. As I Fight Hunger and Go Daddy. As I don Pinstripes and munch on Beef O’Brady’s and Chick Fil-A. Etc, etc.
Coming soon. The pre-Christmas games.
But, first, let me check outside and make sure that Sal and Vito and their little friend are gone.