The Football Fan’s Diet

By Matt DeReno
On The FFD

PITTSBURGH – Thursday, Friday and Saturday were surely a taste of the old way and a descent into hell. I no longer enjoy being unhealthy like that and it sort of pisses me off I had to spend several days in that mind set. Sunday I had a great comeback day. I hit the gym and put in some stepper in a very workmanlike fashion. Later, I hit the pavement with my faithful dog. It was how I want it to be. As it is Monday and the snow is still hanging around, I want to begin the “next record.”

But we are nearly out of February and the cold winter in Pittsburgh can’t last forever – or maybe it can? Maybe I will be fretting about the snow in August. Isn’t that what global warming has come down to? It is cold as hell more than ever.

The Oscars were on last night. Hugh Jackman was pretty entertaining as the host. I watched for maybe a half hour before I turned it off and hit the sack. I sort of wanted to see Mickey Rourke win an award, but, alas, he is still somewhat persona non grata in Hollywood. The problem with Rourke is he is still not the consummate comeback story. I mean he really is an A-hole, though that doesn’t bother me in the list. I like the comeback story because in a way the comeback story is what the FFD is all about.

Here we take myself, some guy who played football in high school, that suddenly woke up and was like “where did this big gut come from.” Now, we must reclaim that former glory. I am not saying I went to the extent that Mickey Rourke did to trash his career, but a good parallel can be made to what I did to my health and what I am trying to do now. Maybe I will get an Oscar at the end of next year. Nah, when it is all said it done, it is just like Mickey Rourke said yesterday in his interview with Barbara Walters: “In the end a trophy would be nice but you can’t eat it and you can’t f*** it.” Now that’s the Mickey we love.

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