January 24 2009

Well gang, next week is Super bowl Sunday. If you don’t have a dog in the fight, that means food, beer, and hopefully a couple of really good commercials. If you’re lucky, it might mean a truly competitive football game. But probably not. It’s become more of a social event. Kind of like our ancestors going to a witch burning, but without the moral overtones.

At any rate, some of the boys have bought new television sets because some big outfit is going belly up and is finally selling them for what they’re probably actually worth, and getting ready to throw steak and sirloin burgers onto the grill because chicken wings just cost too damn much money. There will be football pools, and you just know that somebody you don’t like will walk off with two or three quarters. But that’s just part of it, usually.

If there is a really great commercial, or and incredible game changing play, you will more than likely be in the john, so that when you come out, everybody can tell you that you really should have been there.

That’s always nice.

Chances are, someone famous in pop culture will make complete hash out of the "Star Spangled Banner", and the halftime ceremony will be like a junior high school pageant on acid. Everybody looks forward to halftime. Come to think of it, with any luck at all, some of the least enjoyable of the guests, or patrons, will have passed out under a table by halftime. Hopefully, with all that free food that they had wolfed down still safely on the inside of them. Yes indeed, it’s certainly something to look forward to.

It’ also nice for the rest of the world to see Americans behaving in a manner that might help them forget our political process.

Just can’t wait for the game. Can you?

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary