Superbowl XXXIX

Last night I went to a Superbowl par­ty at the Harry Buffalo across the street from my old ten­e­ment. It was held as a fundrais­er by the Cleveland Iron Maiden’s Rugby team. A friend of mine is on the team so the least I could do was drop my last twen­ty bucks for some wings and beer.

Unfortunately there were no wings. I made do by chow­ing down on some piz­za, lit­tle spicy pota­to pop­per­tots and na­chos. Damn was that foot­ball game bor­ing. I’m glad that David Givens [and ND alum­nus] caught a TD pass and I’m glad the Pats won be­cause their of­fen­sive co­or­di­na­tor is go­ing to be the new ND head coach. The com­mer­cials were pret­ty lame too. So was the half­time show and the pregame and all that jazz. In fact, the whole tele­vised as­pect of the Superbowl this year was about as en­gag­ing as gum­ming a dry sock.

Thankfully I had the com­pa­ny of some oth­er cowork­ers and the an­tics of the rug­by team to keep me en­ter­tained. I al­so dis­cov­ered that I can now stom­ach cheap and di­gust­ing beers with­out want­i­ng to yarf. The Bud Light was free and it tastes like cold sweat, even to the point of leav­ing a salty scum on the back of the throat; but at least I didn’t want to puke. But there weren’t any wings.

One thought on “Superbowl XXXIX

  1. mmm.…wings. thats a trav­es­ty that there were no wings!! of course i was at work, so i had no wings ei­ther. not even any na­chos, and to me, a su­per bowl with­out na­chos is­nt a su­per bowl at all!

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