Sigh...

gotta love it.

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Wednesday, February 09, 2005

I have just experienced my first Superbowl.

The lights, the choir, the glory that is American football.

Of course, I had to watch it. Not because every New Englander in the street started donning Patriot hats and screaming "Go for three" in the streets.

The Superbowl was every advertiser's dream. It's the time millions of agencies labored those creative hours for, attempting to reach the impossible.... which was truly impossible..unless of course, if you're Anheuser-Busche.

It was extra-ordinarily ordinary in some way. While the rest of Boston were downing beers screaming at the tv sets every time some guys topple a poor idiot who had the ball, I was enjoying a scrumptious belgian chocolate cake coupled with my favorite delish delight.. my champagne martini. I was seated on a couch by the fire. Without the rest of the bar screaming bloody murder everytime a Philly Eagle scored a touchdown.... it would have been pretty romantic.

Me, beligian chocolate and my champagne martini. (I'm in an epicurean phase.... i had a tough week, leave me alone)

Of course, I had to watch the ads. It was only a lil over spectacular. I was kind of disappointed. Brad Pitt with the Heineken, Visa with the Superheroe ad, Budlight with the pilot jumping out of the plane.... it helped me through the four hours of grueling football.

Of course, the Pats won. Didn't I tell you I lived in the hub of the universe? But we missed the moment of glory... the raffling of the friggin football helmet... the Pats hugging each other in the middle of the field... the parade went by my street. I had a better view on my window than those people on the news.

It's a real shame I don't care that much. I guess I'll never really get football. The halftime show was a snooze though. Paul Mcartney. No wardrobe malfunction there. (Thank God)

All in all, it was quite an experience. The game was great if I cared but winning another one felt fantastic. You couldn't get more sincere loyalty than Boston team aficionados. Only the Lasalle-Ateneo rivalry comes to mind as a contender. But people with gray hair and bad backs were actually there in the parade with their cameras.

They cared that much. Never mind the arthritis.

I could've been more involved, be those annoying prats in the middle of the street screaming like I did when the Red Sox won. But for once, it was a pleasure being the outsider. You could feel people's loyalty resonating in the streets.

Banners, confetti, tears.

The Pats really know how to work that crowd.

Congratulations, you guys.

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