XLV

Superbowl XLV,  an all day event.  I remember being in Miami for the first one.  The Packers won.  Can't think of the other team of course with today's technology I could look it up within seconds and pretend I knew it all along.  It used to the AFL v NFL which now has merged into one league seperated by conferences.

I heard this morning that the weather at Cowboy Stadium has warmed somewhat but still is icey cold.  Strange that here in Florida it was mid 80s yesterday with today much cooler, finally.

I'm looking forward to the halftime show featuring Black Eyed Peas.  They've been around for a long time, but I just now started actually listening to them.  I love their messages, whether clean or explicit.  I hope they say the word shit on national TV.  There has to be something for the carnival that is modern media to talk about and gasp over.  There must always be controversy.  It's like a fix that the public must have.  When one topic gets old, the public salivates in anticipation of the next.  Will Fergie's tit plop out?  Will they dry hump each other on stage and destroy the innocence of millions of children who have never been exposed to such heathenistic behavior?  Let's just have some "clean all-american fun."  This is our tradition, one that is all ours.  No one else in the world loves American Football like we do.  Screw soccer, or shall we say Futball.  Why the hell did the good Lord give us arms if we can't use 'em to throw the ball?  Answer us that, rest of the world.

Talking about the game has become an art form.  Thirty second commercial spots are selling for sinful amounts of money.  Every year our huge corporations try to out do each other with zany spoofs and win the love of the public.  Remember the Mean Joe Greene Jersey commercial?  It remains one the most loved of all time.  Awww, Mr Greene was nice to a kid.  Just don't be an offensive player or especially don't be a quarterback, he will punish you.  The niceness was gone.  It's all fantasy land.

Every industry opts in to sell their product.  Snacks, food, beer; what are you making for your Super Bowl bash party?  Parties went from chips and beer, to outrageous indulgence with gourmet items on the menu and full blown productions.  Gigantic glorified teaparties.  OK, now everyone put on your team hat and yell at the fucking TV.  It wouldn't be right without the yelling.  We need a good controversial call from the officials to vent our anger.  Instant replay will show what a moron he was.

Haven't seen any Harley commercials yet--football players arriving on their motorcycles and galavanting around on bikes, wearing vests with team patches although I'm sure many ride.  Actually Ben Rothslesnihdknhihdhgilesburger crashed on his Hayabusa while not wearing his helmet.  It layed him up for awhile.  Quarterbacks, along with many celebs, are immune from criticism, just like politicians depending on which side of the aisle you are on.  We forgive easily if they can prevail for our team.  I mean, give them a break right?

Now that my sardonic, narcissistic self has spewed enough sarcasm to last through the entire pre-game hoopla, "Let's get ready for some football!!!"

My Menu:  Fried Catfish with Shrimp along with some chips thrown in for old time sakes.

By the time the games starts, the menu will include breakfast, lunch and dinner and possible involve Monday as well.  Good day to call in sick.  After effects Monday.  Enjoy the game.  It's good to be an American, and I hope those serving in dangerous places are able to see it too.  It is what makes us who we are.