It’s internecine warfare day here in the ol’ US of A, the day the streets go quiet and we all watch the worst game of the season punctuated by the best ads the creatives at the ad companies can bring us.
Yesterday I’m afraid I gave away how disconnected I am with the world in general when someone walked into the office and asked me if I’d be watching the game.
“What game?” I asked.
“The Super Bowl.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” I replied, my manhood intact.
Thankfully she didn’t ask me who was playing.
Who’s playing?
I think it’s the boy Johnny Unitas. Nice clean haircut on that lad.
Luckily for my manhood, when the kids asked I was already logged in and I Googled the answer before answering. No local dogs in this fight either, so I’m good to go on hallway-building this afternoon. And thank-god for Youtube, I’ll see all the ads tonight before facing any water coolers tomorrow.
I have much bigger, better obsessions to deal with, which, you’ll be glad to hear, I am very nearly done dealing with.
That’s the one with the pins right? I like it when they get three home runs in a row and every one throws their hats out into the water.
I was alone in the house yesterday, which made it easy to skip the entire first half. However, my neighbors called & lured me over with snacks, so I did see the second half.