Super Bowl Sunday! Orson Basset presiding. Awesome HD TV & red carpet treatment.
Fans & fanatics gathered around the country. In bowls big & small. Annual Rite of Spring paying respects to Athletes & Athletic Supporters.
Babs & me, we’re like double teaming Louie, the Stud Muffin. Ya see, we look a lot alike & we’re like Dude. I’m Babs.
No. Dude. I’m Babs.
Louie. He’s so like . . . bowled over. Didn’t know whether to sit or go blind. So he ran with the ball.
That Louie. He’s a character.
Humans, meanwhile, were attending to important human bidness. They made spreadsheets. They exchanged money. They popped tops & corks. They made drawings & shouted hosannahs.
And on the field in AZ, lights & music. Singers & dancers. Hearts & Breakers. Bells & whistles & flags. But not a lot of points.
Now Super Bowl XLII is History. Sorta anticlimactic when you think about it.
If they had made the Race for Alternative Energy a competitive sport, we prob’ly all be home watching theright now instead of protecting our interests in places far, far away.