SUPERBOWL? DO TELL!

Contrary to base allegations from some quarters, I did indeed know that yesterday was Superbowl Sunday. I am not as sports-ignorant as you thought. Quite the opposite even. In fact, I was aware of the coming of the superbowl no later than Friday evening, well in advance of the game. I was on the ball, so to speak (a sportish metafor!).


I also knew which teams were playing. I knew this ere Dovey stumbled in to the bar, blitzed, sweaty, and deliriously happy that his team had won. I was prepared - I congratulated him on his spectacular victory, which shall be remembered for as long as people celebrate the noble art of ball playing. He had, apparently, backed the Pittsburgh team. And their brilliant game was a personal best for him, of which he was justifiably proud.


There were no supporters of the other team, which hailed from Mississippi or Georgia. They didn't win, their defeat proved their unworthiness, and ultimately the flaws of their city. Their misguided fans had no cause to celebrate, and were probably already sunk into several alcoholic stupors by mid-evening. As was fitting. A majority of right-thinking people evidently supported the Pittsburgh team, and hailed the splendid Pittsburgh triumph as a blow for freedom, democracy, and the American way. It was all-round glorious. And that final score! Heavens, guys, kudos! And bravo!


Truly, ball playing is a noble sport, and cheerleading is entertainment for kings. There can be no finer past-time than watching the spectacle (ball playing) on a wide-screen television, while eating copious amounts of cheese and sauerkraut. Fathers taking their children into the backyard to practice, with big leather gloves and the hog's skin, is indeed a splendid way to build character, as American as toaster strudel. Here, batta batta batta, as they say, here batta batta batta. It's a total house-run, out of the park. Thrilling, and far out.