These Are Our Drinkers
It hurts to see your idols outplayed. No glaring errors -- outplayed. The guys who work that much harder, are that much hungrier, are that perfectionist -- outplayed.
On this morning after, I'm taking solace in Bill Simmons' these are my readers refrain.
Superbowl Sunday was spent sampling at Depanneur, a Williamsburg coffee shop, and Food Story, a Bushwick grocery. After giving the 15 second sphiel -- parents, try synopsizing your children to strangers in 15 seconds -- and while pouring the first sample, I asked, "Patriots or Eagles?" 90% of folks expressed their indifference to football. The follow-up, "Pink or JT?" elicited a smile or even a laugh from everyone. (Hard to do in New York!)
Except one guy at Food Story. With a look of grave seriousness, he replied, "I am an anti-capitalist, and I don't think the Superbowl should happen at all." (But he digs cascara hibiscus!)
Yup, these are our drinkers.