An Embarrassment of Riches

It wasn’t the prettiest game in the world, but the result was sweet nonetheless. The Patriots won their third SuperBowl in four years and they beat probably their toughest opponent of the season to do it, at least in my opinion. The half-time show wasn’t half-bad this year, and no one was half-dressed, so at least we won’t have to hear about the entertainment more than we do the damn game. The only downside is that the parade, or whatever celebration there might be, will be on Tuesday, when I have to work.

Predictably, I was a horrible person to watch football with for much of the first half of the game. I simmered down in the second half, though I was still tense as all hell. There were three hard ciders sitting in my fridge at the start of the contest, and I was thinking that casually imbibing those drinks would be a good way to stay calm, but they turned out to be rather skunky after sitting in the fridge for a month (they were left over from the Lesley Residency), so I only ended up having about half of one.

All I did all day was watch coverage of the game, except for a few minutes figuring out my computer problem a little bit further (which I reported on the previous entry on said subject). So, I don’t really have much else to say.

New England sports fans have nothing to fucking complain about anymore. They should just shut down the talk radio stations right now. I mean, Christ—even the Celtics won today. It’s an embarrassment of riches any way you slice it.

World Champs, man. Again. This is unreal.