Truth be known, I rarely watch football, but tonight I wanted to watch the Super Bowl, in part because of the Saints’ underdog presence, in part because I still have a fond memory of the time Linda and I spent in still-wounded New Orleans this past March, and because I was intrigued by the notion of The Who playing the (usually notoriously bad) half-time show.
True I was absent for the 3rd quarter, picking up our take out dinner at Mayfield Café, but I even drank a beer and ate some chips and dip and talked with Linda about John Madden’s assessment of the Saints’ offensive line – the whole 9 yards (make that ten and a first down). Linda was sufficiently impressed that she blogged about the event, including my adventures (believe it or not) at a Super Bowl in Miami 20 years ago. I’m touched, dear, really…
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