Superb Owl.

Well another game of championship "foot-ball" has come and gone, and the people who won are from roughly the same geographic region that I'm from, so therefore I suppose I am happy.

I don't exactly grasp the intricacies of the game (to me the phrase "special team" will always refer to the White House task force that Bush conveined to find justification for the Iraq war) so to me watching foot-ball is just a lot of guys running into one another in an attempt to move a ball a few feet in one direction. Granted, it can be interesting when some guy actually moves the ball more than expected, or another guy gets hurt really bad. But between that it's just a lot of waiting, grunting and bad beer commercials.

I left the game early. Apparently it came down to a last minute field goal attempt by the Patriots, but they totally ripped that plot off from the Superbowl two years ago. Yawn.

Here's my proposal: next year, Primates V. Humans. That's a damn sport I would watch. We just have to figure out how to tell the two apart...

--opus

posted by opus  at 10:52 AM