I’d call it just enough to acknowledge the Orgy of Pigskin without inducing undue strain on belt or zippers. A couple of pretzels and some Garlic Salsa, absent dripping sour cream or lard-based condiment whose mere presence causes artery walls to tremble …
Like you I endured the inane punditry and pre-game hype, but resolved to get some work done while enduring the hoopla.
“Sure Bob, but if Green Bay overcomes Pittsburgh’s edge in Big Fat White ..”
“ … it’s not often Pittsburgh’s turns over the ball, looks like Green Bay really got lucky on that last play.”
Like you I sat through what had to be the second to worst halftime show, thanking Janet Jackson’s wardrobe for alternating years of embalmed rock legends flown in from some Swiss clinic where they’re shot up with sheep embryos, and mostly tame newer acts that can’t carry a tune worth remembering …
… and the commercials sucked too … little in the way of memorable, and most leaked the week of the game versus their traditional debut.
“Well Bob, the momentum is shifting to the Pittsburg Steelers, given that Green Bay has been fielding mostly dead guys in the second half… “
Next time I’ll pick a color that doesn’t resemble Guacamole, as it was a close call during those tense moments of the fourth quarter. I might not have noticed but the guard hair made it nearly impossible to swallow.
… kind of like licking a cat …
Keith.
You’re nuts.
That will be all.
Yes, you are certifiable… But, I checked last years post and by half-time you had produced some nice soft hackled Euro-nymphs.
Do I detect a downward spiral? Or is it just a lack of condiments?
On Wisconsin!
Wait, did Christine Augucrappa screw up the National Anthem because she was chocking on dubbing?
In that last picture, there appears to be some kind of small animal buried beneath the dubbing. Maybe a small wookie? I bet they have some gorgeous underfur…
That wookie is still standing in the first two photos.He appears to be wearing some sort of christmas hat.He’s just to the left of the built-in 12″ television????
Wrong again. That was one of the input materials dyed in a fetching shade of puke-Olive.
We’ll see if the neighbor recognizes “Tabby” now that she’s been colorized and plucked cleanly.
I wonder if you would have risked your fingers so casually if it was the Green Bay: Wooly Wuffs VS the Pittsburg: Hot Bead Assassins. Me thinks that “Tabby” might have escaped with only minor abrasions.
It took me a minute to realize what you were on about. The SUPERBOWL! Hot diggity. And to think I wasted nine hours yesterday side arming white marabou muddlers under the willows at Rock Lake and roping brown trout. (I was wondering why I had the place to myself) I’ll try to do better at meeting my cultural obligations next year, and attempt to pay attention to this most American of over blown non-events. But no, that would entail buying a TV. And anyway, try as I might, I just can’t bring myself to care. By the way, that shade of dubbing looks like it’d be ideal for damsel nymphs here in six weeks or so…
Trout Chaser: drop me a mailing address and I’ll make sure you get a couple packs.