Soy Sauce Packets & Epiphanies: Shit-Talking Gone Too Far...

i did a five year stint living in rhode island, arguably the center of new england. i must admit, there wasn't much that i didn't love about living there. the only two cons that come to mind were their horrible lack of snow plowing skills in a place that gets dumped on frequently, and red sox fans.

i am a yankees fan, but that's not why i despise red sox fans. my hatred towards them flows much deeper than bill buckner and the curse of the bambino. ('bill buckner,' by the way, is the easiest way to get a red sox fan to shut the fuck up; and it's as simple as mentioning his name.) it stems from their obnoxious chanting and their uncanny ability to cause riots and get arrested, win or lose. regardless, i most often keep those feelings to myself around them.

other than that one occasion, sports shit-talking doesn't really bother me. maybe because i don't really take sports that seriously or maybe because, well, it's just not that serious. that was until yesterday. yesterday when the piece of shit scumbag owner of seahawkshuddle.com, a seattle seahawks fan2fan site, thought it would be cute to try and "rile up giants fans" (who they are playing next week), by putting a bunch of 9/11 jokes on their homepage, to "welcome giants fans," along with a photo of the world trade center on fire. here's one of them: "Q: What was the last thing going through Mr. Jones’ head when he was working on the World Trade Center’s 90th floor? A: The 91st floor." classy you piece of shit, real classy.

i must say i was really surprised that i didn't hear about this on the new york news. after being mentioned in columns in the new york daily news, deadspin and the stranger, the owner of the site removed the tasteless post and offered this half-assed apology:

"Here at The Huddle we pride ourselves on riling up our opponent fan base to make the game more exciting and meaningful to us fans. Obviously this time we/I went over the line." (you think?) "...no one here at The Huddle believes 9/11 wasn't a horrible tragedy...in American history, some of us tend to deal with issues like these with...humor in the worst taste. Obviously not everyone does this and we regret any hurt or pain that our comments have dredged up. That was never the intent. We can only apologize so much." (right, the intent was only to "rile" us up.)

like i said, real classy.

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the story behind ssp&e:

so i'm not sure if you're anything like me, but being the 'off the cuff cuisine' chef that i am, i try not to let anything go to waste. you know, when you bring home some bk or mickey d's, and after consuming your poor excuse for food, have ketchup packets or sauce shots left over that you throw in the door and forget about. same goes for chinese food, and you know they always give you enough sauce to put out a fire at the pentagon with your order. you throw them in your refrigerator door and forget about them. then one day you're trying to impress some last minute guests that have decided to stay at your place for dinner and all you have in your 'gourmet' kitchen are some ramen noodles, frozen veggies and some leftover grilled chicken from last weekend's cookout. the makings of a superb, on-the-fly stirfry. but wait, OH SHIT!, how are you going to make a sauce for your stirfry with no sauce? you look in the fridge and all you see is a bottle of ketchup, french's mustard (i use the term mustard loosely when describing french's), and a jar of pickle juice. oh no, what to do, what to do. then you bust open the butter holder, that invariably has never seen a stick of butter in it's life, and VOILA! soy sauce, duck sauce, hot mustard! packets, but instant chinkychow sauce nonetheless! each one of those packets, collected over time, came from a meal, inevitably eaten over conversation, an argument or during a lone lunch of self-reflection, came from a time and place in the past. as are our lessons learned. we learn through the years how to cope, how to inspire, how to teach, and how to live. we don't always remember those lessons, as we throw condiment packets in the fridge we throw life-lessons into the back of our heads, until one day we find ourself in a situation where it becomes relevant and we pull them from the back of our minds as to not waste the advice and lessons of the past. the moral of this story, and the linking of it to my blog- our life experiences are our 'soy sauce packets,' our hidden links to our experiences of our past...

e·piph·a·ny - noun - a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. [www.dictionary.com]

the epiphanies that we experience in life, questions or situations that we find ourselves in, and don't know how to resolve, can most often be solved my raking our brains in search of a 'soy sauce packet.' an answer to a question. a solution to a problem. and so this, this blog, is simply an ever-expanding culmination of soy sauce packets in my butter box, and the epiphanies that have helped to make room for more butter in my fridge...

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Shit-Talking Gone Too Far...

Saturday, September 27, 2008

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