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Some guys have all the luck.
Take my nephew, Sam, for instance.
Sam lives in Maine.
To clarify, Maine is that state that produces a lot of lobsters, snow, potatoes, ice, timber, frost, paper and sleet.
The state has two seasons: the fifty-weeks winter season and the two-week road repair season.
You may recall that the Maine state quarter features a moose with its tongue frozen to a lobster trap.
But, I besmirch that state at my own risk, having family there, and all.
Taking where he has to live out of the mix, Sam is a lucky guy.
For instance, last spring, under extreme pressure from his classmates, Sam chose a favorite baseball team.
He picked the San Francisco Giants.
Why he chose that team is a mystery. You can’t get much further from Maine than San Francisco, while staying within the continental United States.
Applying the logic of a ten-year-old, it likely came down to some critical factor, such as the team’s colors.
That, in part, is how I chose my favorite baseball team. More on that later.
As you know, those San Francisco Giants won the World Series.
So, in his first year of fandom, Sam sees his team ascend to the top of the heap.
As I said: Some guys have all the luck.
Others, such as I, are not so fortunate.
My favorite baseball team has been the Chicago Cubs.
I don’t need to take you through that team’s abysmal history.
I started liking the Cubs when I was about four years old. Seems I was fond of the little bear that was featured on the players’ sleeves.
Regrettably, while I gave up childish things, such as Saturday cartoons and eating crayons, I clung on to that affinity for the Cubs.
Some 45 years later, that loyalty has yet to be rewarded.
I’m also a fan of the Minnesota Golden Gophers, which last won football’s national crown in 1960.
I’m sure I reveled in that victory as much as any 10-month-old could, being that that was my age at the time.
The third of this unholy triumvirate of mine is the Buffalo Bills.
That team had a streak of four consecutive Super Bowl appearances.
That, my friends, is an NFL record. Four, count ‘em, four straight Super Bowl appearances.
Of course, the Bills’ four consecutive Super Bowl defeats also comprise another NFL record.
I share all of this because, prior to this year’s season, Sam chose the New York Jets as his favorite team.
While the Jets have a shot to win it all this year, my Bills from the land o’ zesty wings have been relegated to the peanut gallery.
From pain comes character. So I encourage Sam to drop his Jets and join his old uncle in his character-building misery.
Nah. He’s hooked on his New Yorkers and San Frans. Alas. Championships can do that.
My only solace is that, unlike my nephew, I’ll not be chasing moose out of my backyard between halves of the Super Bowl.
Over Christmas, I was able to partake of the best pecan pie I’ve ever tasted.
You might think that recipes for pecan pie have no business in the sports section.
After trying this one, however, you’ll feel that it has a rightful place anywhere.
The pie was made by Ann Jackson. If you were a home economics student of Mrs. Jackson, and you neglected to write down this recipe, you erred. I now remediate that life-changing mistake.
Ann Jackson’s Pecan Pie
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon flour
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 tablespoons milk
1/2 cup melted butter
1 cup pecan halves
1 9-inch unbaked pie shell
1. Mix sugars and flour.
2. Beat eggs slightly. Add milk and vanilla.
3. Stir in melted butter.
4. Combine dry and wet mixtures. Stir to create filling.
5. Place pecan halves in pie crust. Pour filling over top.
6. Bake at 350 degrees for 30-40 minutes, or until middle of pie is slightly firm. Pecans will rise to top during baking.
7. Chase your family away. No need to share.
Number seven, there, is my, not Ann Jackson’s, advice. Much like her pecan pie, she is too sweet to say such things.
I, on the other hand, am not.