Published Feb 6, 2007
Darn. Well, the Colts won. Evil has triumphed in the world, not least because good appears to have been incompetent. What else is new? Thanks to the magic of gin and barbecue, I was able to make it through all three-and-some hours of depressing football, interspersed with remarkably mediocre ads1. It’ll be ok. Actually, the whole Super Bowl experience kind of showed me where I need to set my expectations and plans in life.
Really, I knew the Colts would win. It was kind of like that last second before a car accident, when the other car has already pulled out in front of you but there’s no time to stop, so all you can see is that other car getting bigger and bigger and brace yourself for the crash and maybe you already smell that acrid “ouch I got hit!” smell in your nose, prepratory to the actual pain. I think I smelled that for the last two weeks. Good fuel for a smile of resignation, it was.
And then the game was just sad. With the opening kickoff return for a TD and the early interceptions, I actually got hope. That, I will say, was just not fair. Then the Bears got both outcoached and outplayed. Bad Rex, Tony Eason. Tony Eason, Bad Rex. Here’s a few bucks, have a burger on me, boys.
So, as I said, this game showed me what I need to do in life. Those of you who know me well know that I’ve been planning to make enough to get my revenge on some who deserve it.2 Well, that list has now been lengthened. I now know what my goal needs to be: I need to make enough money to buy the Colts, send the uniforms and records back to Baltimore, and move the team to the Coliseum. It’s good to have goals, and even better to have a little bile to drive you to them.
1 Was Salesgenie actually serious about that ad? I mean, really? No, seriously? Um, wow.
2 If you don’t know who, I’m not telling you on this blog, sorry.