The Obligatory Post-Superbowl-Post Post Postscript

I can’t resist adding one more observation about yesterday’s big game; Paul McCartney. Yes, Sir Paul was in the stands and when the camera cut away to him he was eating a big old NY slice, folded over NY style. And I got to thinking, does he have a fetcher or something who goes and gets his pizza? Because it’s a lot of fun to think about the slack-jawed concession worker who looks up and finds no one less than a former Beatle ordering one pepperoni, one plain*.

I know, he was probably in a suite with fancy gourmet pizza or something, but you have to admit that it’s (greasy) food for thought.

*That is speculation on my part. I could not see the toppings on Paul’s (we’re on a first name basis in my head) slice. In fact, he may have had white pizza. I really can’t say. Speculation for comedic purposes only.

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6 Responses to The Obligatory Post-Superbowl-Post Post Postscript

  1. betsey says:

    Given the average age of concession stand workers, I’m guessing Paul (we’re tight too) would just be thought of as some old guy. Next in line, move up to the counter!

    • Jill Foer Hirsch says:

      Well, considering girls used to swoon and faint at the sight of him, our friend Paul probably finds that refreshing. But maybe, just for fun, he pulls out the “Do you know who I am young lady? Your grandmother’s idol, that’s who. Harumph” Yeah, like that.

  2. The Regular Guy NYC says:

    I didn’t even watch the game. From what I heard it sounds like I didn’t miss much!

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