Super Bowl came and went and according to the testosterone in the party that I attended it was one of the best to date. I knew a few things that happened during the game:
- Some Steeler guy got a nasty fall in his neck which they replayed it over and over and if you forgot how did it looked in every angle, don't' worry, they replayed it again for your morbid amusement
- Monster pulled the best ad
- Some Cardinal guy ran like to the end part without nobody intercepting
- Some Steeler guy caught a pass in the air that looked like a ballet jump ( very gracious I have to say)
- Steelers won ( they were my team, I always follow Jenni's advise on this type of matters)
Due to my lack of interest/knowledge in football, I have to say that the part that interest me is the amount of love between the male gender. The hugs, the emotion, the screaming it's so captivating that I suggest MAJOR anthropological observation for some eager student looking for a creative theme to develop in a Master thesis. The only thing that I can't quite get is something about chicken dinner. If you loose apparently you get chicken dinner ( part of a chant: CHICKEN DINNER!!!! or CHICK-EN DINNER!!!), which being near noon right now, sounds kind of appetizing. At the end, Rafa got kicked into the pool for losing and as for me I have a whole year to try to understand again this thing called football.
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