Monday, February 5, 2007

a smattering of unrelated superbowl thoughts

In no partiucular order:

1. They should have the Superbowl on Saturday so you don't have to get up and go to work the next morning. (I think Mr. Alcohol-is-seeping-from-my-pores, who I could smell from three seats away on the subway this morning would agree).

2. How do the refs get their numbers? The main ref last night was number 99. One of the line judges was 124, I think. And a field judge was 58. I've done some fairly extensive research, which has shown me that you can start with one number and get reassigned to another one, but I'm trying to figure out if there's a desirable referee number to be. I mean, 99 looked pretty good to me, but then again, I know Jacques Merde about sports, so...

3. A bunch of players last night had little pockets where they could keep their hands warm. (In Florida.) A bunch had little towels, tucked into their outfits (kind of like Thea does) for wiping up spills at the bar. Some had pockets and towels. I'm thinking that's overkill. I mean, everything was soaked last night, what's a little pocket going to do for you??

4. Boys who like sports (and aren't too stupid or ugly) are cute.

5. I really wanted them to close the stadium's sunroof last night.

6. If you go to a party, say, and there are two really attractive women, do you prefer them to be dressed in, oh, I don't know know, clothes, or the cotton equivalent of a bathing suit? (Don't worry, I know your answer) And if they're in these cotton bathing suit-esque outfits, do you prefer that they be all intertwined with each other, nine miles of legs wrapped around another nine miles of legs? (Don't worry, I still know your answer) Now, what if one of those women is the host's girlfriend? Does that change anything?

7. Some football players have really big, jiggly, unattractive butts.

8. Another reason the Superbowl should be on Saturday is this: consider the foods often served with football -- chili, bean dip, spicy chicken... These are probably best processed alone, and not on the subway with hundreds of other commuters.

9. Just imagine how pruney all their toes must have been last night.

10. My cake was very popular at the party. (It was scarcely dressed, after all, and fit right in!)

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