I am sitting here at a local dive bar watching the Super Bowl. I decided that I wanted to watch the game with people I have not given birth to.
The Sandy Hook choir is making me cry. Jennifer Hudson is great, too. Alicia Keys butchered the anthem.
GoDaddy should be prevented from making commercials for the next five years. It is not the geek kissing the beautiful woman that bothers me. Geeks have sex drives and can be a lot of fun. No, it was the vague implication that this was nonconsensual and the overt objectification involved.
The Calvin Klein add was… distracting. Umm, yeah. What was I talking about, again?
I love the Oreo cookie fight that took place in the library, where everyone was whispering.
I don’t like the Niners, but I like Ray Lewis even less. Besides, who can root against Colin Kaepernick? He comes across as a goofy kid. He reminds me a bit of a very young Eli Manning, if Eli Manning had fallen in love with a tattooist.
This place is having a Super Bowl party, including a roast pig. I though that was hyperbole, until I saw the skull. The pork was good, though. The “chili” was terrific, even if it did have beans in it.
First beer in forever. Damn, I had forgotten just how much I love Guinness.
Volkswagon should be ashamed of itself. Nothing like laughing at a culture not your own, is there?
I already drink the stuff, but otherwise I would start drinking Coke. Such a change from the stupid, boring Polar Bears… Any ad which includes cowboys, camels, bikers and showgirls (with a glitter cannon!) racing across the desert is okay by me.
Uh, oh — it is going to be a long night for the Niners. (Down 22.)
Halftime with Beyonce. Yawn. Let’s see, their target demographic…. there are beautiful women in skimpy, skin-tight, leather outfits. At least she didn’t lip sync.
Of course, the target demographic for the Calvin Klein ad was the exact opposite.
Best quote, by someone I don’t know but passed along by my friend Joe Decker: “FInally, America cares about New Orleans’ infrastructure. For once.”
Thing not going well… am heading out to see the end of the debacle with my kids.
I get home and… wait, what? The Niners are back in contention? Maybe I should have simply not watched the entire game.
Hey, wait! the bad call was not the holding, it was the incomplete pass the play before.
Ah, well, at least the Niners made it close. People around here will be happier than they might be otherwise. TIme to wrap up, and take something for my starting to be upset stomach.
One of the best things about being on the West Coast? You can watch the Super Bowl and still not miss this week’s Downton Abbey.
Now it’s only seven months until the next pro season starts. I can hardly wait. Although what I am going to do until baseball begins, I have no idea.








