Pulled Hammy

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Super Bowl Sunday

Posted by jollypunch on February 1, 2009

If the opening coin toss comes up heads, the Gatorade dumped on the winning coach is orange, John and Al say “Big Ben” fewer than 5 times, and Jennifer Hudson finishes singing the national anthem in 2 minutes, it’s going to be a very lucrative day for me. This is what happens when the Cowboys are not in the Super Bowl to make me care.

I’ll be watching the game from a Bleecker Street bar here in NYC and not live blogging even though I thought I might try. It occurred to me that I’d rather eat wings and not get buffalo sauce on my keyboard.

And okay, I do care who wins. The Steelers must be kept from getting 6 Rings before the Cowboys. They were first to 3 and 4 and the Niners were first to 5 (and obviously the Packers were first to 1 and 2). It’s about time the Cowboys were the first to win a certain number of Super Bowls, and I don’t want it to be 7 because then I’ll have to wait all the way until 2011 after we’ve won both Super Bowls 44 and 45. And, no, I don’t think that the heartbreak I’ve experienced in the past few years might have something to do with insanely unreasonable high hopes, why?

Speaking of unreasonable, I realize it’s a risk taking the under on Jennifer Hudson singing the anthem, but I really liked the odds I was getting. And yes, I timed myself singing it. I know I’m no J-Hud, but I promise I did all the runs and showboating and even dramatic pauses and came in well under the 2 minute mark. Then again, her rendition of “And I’m Telling You I’m Not Going” from Dreamgirls is over 5 minutes long whereas my in-the-shower version comes in at a pathetic 3:24. Dangit.

Enjoy the game!

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