To
paraphrase the late Vince Lombardi, pizza isn't life or death. It's bigger
than that. And yet, if our so-called president had written The Art of
the Pizza instead of The Art of the Deal, he likely would not be our
so-called president and as such would be making a tangible contribution to society at large.
Pizza
is a lifestyle choice. On a table, it practically qualifies as
interior decoration. If I were a realtor, I'd have a succession of
pizzas baking during an open house. That sucker (the house—not the
pizza) would be gone in minutes! (Although the pizzas would disappear
like this year's NU Wildcats fighting for a NCAA tournament bid.)
Pizza
is a liar. Its circular shape suggests infinity, something that goes
on forever. But as any sauce-smeared pizzaholic can tell you, pizza
can and does end.
Dysfunctional
people are familiar with something called leftover pizza. Of course,
I know nothing of this. Leftover pizza? Isn't that an oxymoron?
Leftover pizza is an enigma wrapped in silver foil. Or thoughtlessly
left in its cardboard box to wither in the cold, dark recesses of a
refrigerator.
Pizza
is a big, giant anti-depressant you can share with your friends,
without the unintended side-effects or social stigma. I should
caution you, however, that like any pharmaceutical, pizza may be
habit-forming.
Best of all, pizza doesn't preclude you from operating heavy machinery.
Best of all, pizza doesn't preclude you from operating heavy machinery.
Like
vampires, pizza is ageless. Unlike vampires, a pizza will not suck
every last drop of blood from your person. Psychologists attribute vampire's
antisocial behavior to an eternity spent in a pizzaless void.
Pizza
is ancient, following closely on the discoveries of bread and fire and
cheese. Had the Romans not held tomatoes in such misguided contempt
and instead used them to embellish pizza, their empire would have
lasted longer.
About
the same time Persian soldiers were baking early prototypes of pizza
on their government-issue shields, the Greek
mathematician Pythagoras was theorizing that the Earth was, indeed,
round.
Which
brings me to the fact that pizza is flat. It is also round, which
must be tremendously confounding to the world's flat Earth societies.
This is probably the number-one reason they so rarely order it for
their banquets.
While
it has yet to be proven you can sail off the edge of the Earth, a toy boat
can sail off the edge of a pizza.
Beware,
Kyrie Irving.
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