Superbowl? Make my day

Another busy, busy weekend. They’re all going to be that way until the end of March. Then life will return to something approaching normal, I guess. However, it looks like I’m up for a trip to Japan in April, so that will disrupt things, too. Not sure exactly when, but it’s shaping up to be a lively year.

I finished the new Jonathan Kellerman novel, Victims, this weekend, and will write a review in due course. Now I’m reading Harbor Nocturne by Joseph Wambaugh, along with the thousands of pages of other material I have to get through in the next eight weeks!

I did “watch” the Super Bowl, though with only one ear and an occasional eye or two while I was doing other things. I only listened to Madonna, so missed the whole M.I.A. finger thing and didn’t hear about it until this morning. People think that will be the most memorable thing from the game? Come on. There’s no question in my mind what the most memorable thing from the telecast was: Clint Eastwood’s commercial. I heard that gruff voice and he had me enthralled even as I tried to figure out what the hell the commercial was all about. Sure, it was about the car industry, but I didn’t know until now that it was actually a Chrysler ad.

The game itself was good. I like a close game. I didn’t have a dog in the race, though I somewhat favored New England and hoped they would pull off a 59th minute upset, but I wasn’t devastated when they didn’t. I was talking with one of my co-workers this morning about the play that was supposed to end on the one yard line but “accidentally” became a touchdown. We analyzed what the player was probably thinking. Touchdown = bonus. I can either say, “I scored the game-winning Super Bowl touchdown” or run the risk that “I could have won the Super Bowl but the field goal kicker missed.”

I also don’t believe that Madonna was singing live, but that’s neither here nor there.

I haven’t finished this week’s Fringe, but I like the relatively light tone of this week’s episode. Olivia’s reaction when Astrid shrieked when she met her alternate. “I never understood why more people didn’t react that way.” Astrid’s reaction to the fact that Walt calls her alternate by her proper name. “Really?” Walt’s reaction to Faux-livia, who seems to enjoy tormenting him. As fun as an episode about a guy killing people can be.

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