 |
| Patriots Score! |
To coin a very old saying, last night was
about as much fun as I can remember having with my clothes on. The Patriots,
ably supporting by their fan enclave in Glendale, CA (for now), thoroughly thrashed
the outmatched Steelers to head for their record 9th Super Bowl. I
know its petty (but who isn’t at times) but I enjoyed the game even more when I
thought about the whiny Steelers fans I ran into last year in Pittsburgh. The Keene
Friend and I had traveled there to celebrate the Pittsburgh Roommate’s birthday
and met a number of his friends at the party that night.
 |
| The Conqueror |
 |
| Great Night |
They were really nice people until
they found out we were Patriots fans and then proceeded to tell us we were some
form of pond scum and don’t get them started on what a pristine, angelic team the
Steelers were. I was surprised at the time because I’d generally admired the
Steelers for their success over the years and found this whiny attitude
unbecoming. After this year when they were caught with their own underinflated
footballs (conveniently swept under the rug by their buddy the commish) and had
their star player acting the self-involved fool just before the biggest game of
the year, it was fitting to see them pounded into submission by the clearly
better team.
 |
| Getting Ready for Game |
Like I said, petty, but supremely
satisfying as Mr. Brady surgically dismantled the big talkers from Pittsburgh
who I’m sure are conjuring up excuses and trying to cast aspersions on their
masters as a way to explain away their loss. My operations manager and his lady
joined us in the Man Cave to witness the massacre where the biggest star (on the
east coast) was the sub-woofer my son gave me. It was pumping out some serious
crowd noise for the entire game and we felt like we were in the stadium except
we were warm, dry and not applying for a second mortgage to pay for snacks.
 |
| Today's Morale Photos |
They were great companions as we
exulted in this penultimate victory of the season. Buddy was excluded since we
didn’t want to keep the snacks above his foraging zone, he didn’t handle the exclusion
with a lot of class. The above mentioned California contingent texted the photo
above when the Patriots scored their first touchdown. She was really into the game
but seemed to enjoy the commercials a lot more than the game itself. I’m
worried about her re-location to New Jersey near the home grounds to two of the
Patriots’ most hated nemeses, Jets and Giants.
 |
| Daughter in LA on Saturday |
I also finally saw some of the
pictures from the Los Angeles women’s march on Saturday. My daughter and some
of her friends participated, along with 700,000 other likeminded people.
Although we don’t always agree on politics I was supremely proud of her when I
saw the pictures. Trump, if nothing else, has awoken a sleeping giant of political
involvement which will do our country well in the long run. My daughter also
posted a picture of my granddaughter with the caption, “Why I marched”. Like I
said – supremely proud.
 |
| Little Frosty Out this Morning |
No comments:
Post a Comment