A friend of mine asked that I smoke a rack of baby backs on Super Bowl Sunday.  Make that FOUR racks of baby backs on Super Bowl Sunday.  My arm did not have to be twisted too much to acquiesce.  I was glad to do it for my old friend, Carl.

In my travels over the years I have seen both coasts of the United States with 2 folks…my Dad and Carl.  Know that my Granny and I saw the Atlantic Ocean together and we saw the Pacific Ocean as we were surrounded by it in Hawaii.  Deference goes to Granny.  I think Granny and Carl would have gotten along.

Take in there, Carl.

Carl has a friend.  Carl is the only one of his kind that gets preferential treatment from the hound Hot Rod.  Hot Rod loves his vittles too.  Hot Rod has a weakness in the extremeist for carrots.  I have no doubt that Carl is glad of that.

Hot Rod does love his carrots.

I mean he REALLY loves his carrots.

Hot Rod is a good one.  He loves his carrots

Thanks to my dear wife, Carrie, for helping Hot Rod and me tonight.

WHAT ABOUT THE SUPER BOWL?

How many folks told me they went to bed after the 3rd quarter.  I wish I were one of them.

Love them or hate them, you got to give Brady and Coach B their due.  I don’t want to watch this the rest of my life.  I am afraid we will hear nothing but PATS for a very long time.  This one put it over the top…even for us PATS nonconformists.

If only Hot Rod and Carl had been there to keep the Falcons cool last night.

Oh well.

Speaking the rights…with the help of Carl, Carrie, and Hot Rod…

Danny Johnson