Two friends and I, five years into a minor ritual of convening at a certain sports bar/restaurant on Central Park South for Superbowl Sunday, discovered in rather rude fashion that there’s a $50 minimum since the Giants are in it this year. Since one of my friends does not drink, this means that I would have to eat an obscene number of potato skins and/or drink a ghastly amount of beer in order to meet that minimum. Hence, we called it off – what, indeed, can gemeinschaftliche solidarity do in the face of the wanton predations of capitalism?
At least this helped me to decide my prejudices in favor of the Patriots, although a Patriots / Giants is as far from ideal a Superbowl matchup as I can imagine.
So, instead of concentrating on the Superbowl I have focused my energies this Sunday on a much more important weighing of preferences: Why, given that I’m a dog rather than a cat person, do I find the cats on I Can Has Cheeseburger
much more amusing, on the whole, than the dogs on I Has a Hot Dog?
Update: The Giants win, 17-14, in as big an upset in football history as I can remember. Now at least we’ll all be spared the endless stories in the Post about how Eli Manning can’t cut it, since whatever he does from here on out will be beside the point. On a more gracious note, it really is an incredible win for the Giants.
What’s an ideal Superbowl match-up? Dallas in home uniforms vs. Dallas in away uniforms? C’mon, you’ve got to admit there’s some drama around the Patriots’ effort to go undefeated.
Dallas in home uniforms vs. Dallas in away uniforms?
Yes, exactly. I’m glad you share my sentiments.
I actually don’t find any drama in the Patriots’ effort to go undefeated. A little defeat, and overcoming of adversity, is a much more compelling story. On that count, the Giants would merit my allegiance if I didn’t – oh well, never mind.