Mafia Pinch-hit Man

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Mafia Pinch-hit Man

What is it with our love affair with the mafia? Or at least with mafia movies and television shows? The Godfather, Goodfellas, The Sopranos, and on and on. The American people can't seem to get enough of them. One theory is that it's the violence. We definitely are a gun-packing, football-loving, Nascar-crashing, WWF-ing nation. Or it could be that all of these movies and shows always come down to family. Somewhere in every one of these story lines we all recognize someone we are related to. And usually it's more than one. Did you have a mother, or at least a grandmother or aunt that was a dead ringer for Tony's mother, Livia in The Sopranos? Or was your brother or your cousin a rat like Fredo in The Godfather? Does your wife bring to mind one of the many Maries in Goodfellas? I'm not surprised in the least. I think I've recognized at least one family member in every mafia movie I've ever seen. And I'm only half Italian. But what I really feel it comes down to is food. Our love for Italian food. We can't resist any mention or depiction of Italian food. Goodfella Henry Hill knows that the authorities are closing in, and yet he can't keep from obsessing about that sauce that is simmering on the stove in his kitchen. And how irresistable is the scene from the same movie of Paulie slicing garlic with a razor blade? Even if he does happen to be in prison at the time? And when the Corleones et al have to "go the mattresses" in Godfather I, you know they're still going to eat well. Or can anyone blame that free-loading priest from showing up all the time at the Sopranos to feast on one of Carmela's fantasic dishes? No freakin' way! So when it comes to any offer of Italian food, even if it's purely fictional, and perhaps even surrounded by a little bloodshed and vendetta, none of us can, or should, ever refuse.