Has it really been seven years? I wonder when was the last time I watched the Super Bowl. Sometime last century, I guess. I think the Bears were in it.
We’re fixing to watch The Black Rose today, a movie which Patty saw very many years ago and I don’t think I’ve ever seen. But first I’ve got to see if Violet Crepuscular has another chapter of Oy, Rodney for us.
Hey, there’s a thought! Oy, Rodney vs. the Super Bowl!
“My cliches are better than yours!”
Sure glad we don’t have to watch the stupid bowl here. Once had a friend who heard me say I didn’t care for football, and she said, in total shock,
“what is wrong with you”?. I had wondered the same things about her,
but had not said anything.
Somebody once asked my wife, “What are you guys–Russians?”
Football was okay in the 1960s. They’ve really done a job on it: no longer tolerable. Plus the NFL hates America.
Well, I don’t like them eiither
Guess everybody forgot that “no-good racist hell-hole” stuff.
My daughter is going to a Super Bowl party for the first half, and then another party for the second half. It’s a social thing. I don’t even know who’s playing.
Klingon Pornography is a great description of much we see in today’s culture. I don’t mind the occasional football game, but the NFL itself makes me want to wretch. If the US is so bad, go to China or North Korea.
They never leave.