The Football Fan’s Diet

I had a great week. I shut out my inner slob yesterday and scored again. In fact I won the week. It was tough. A lot was happening yesterday.

We had some unexpected company yesterday. Some friends returning from vacation in Grenada, stopped over late in the evening to show us their vacation photos and videos. Normally, I would have had a beer. I didn’t. I offered beer to guests but they declined. I had water instead.

Earlier that same day, I also stopped to smoke a cigar with my pop at a local bar – The Highland Bar. I drank Diet Coke while I was there. Interestingly enough, we had a good discussion about weight loss. He is of the theory I got the fat gene, as everybody else in the family is skinny. Well, for the most party. My pop weighs about what he did in High School and he is in his 60s.

Around noon, we went to a Polish mass at St. Matthews on Pittsburgh’s North Side. This is a once a month mass for all local people who claim roots from Poland and live in Pittsburgh. There aren’t as many as their once were and for a while, I was convinced most were dying off or assimilating themselves into everyday American life. However, I am beginning to notice more and more younger Polish people in Pittsburgh.

In fact, after the mass, JC’s flock usually is offered coffee and donuts in the hall beneath the church. There my wife and I talked with a couple who are in our age bracket, both pursing PhDs at local universities. We are too have them over sometime in the near future, perhaps next weekend (obviously, this will scheduled around the Steelers’ playoff game). In any case, I passed on the “punchki,” which is the Polish word for donuts. No more donuts in my future!

Interestingly enough, I was checking to see if got the spelling of “punchki” correct. I am not making this up but:

According to the UrbanDictionary.com a Punchki is “a well hung sexy polish man usually named Matthew who belongs to a princess.”

[ Check it out for yourself on the Urban Dictionary ]

What the fuh? I have to show this definition to my wife. Dare I say she married a true “punchki.”

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