Of course I watched the game, along with 8 zillion other people on the planet. Twas exciting with lots of offence and a couple controversial calls and snacks, among them the classic spinach bowl, which is not a football game.
The part that I dislike the most, however, are the days following the game when the sportscasters in all their pretentious glory go on and on and on analyzing the game, replaying the big moments and postulating about the future of the main players, most of whom make several millions a year pursuing the pigskin. Tim and Sid a couple on local TV really raise my ire, sitting their with their laptops exchanging witticisms and making their prognostications, so full of themselves they might very well explode all over the set one day. Can’t stand to look at them when they’re on the TV at the gym. And then there’s that guy with the sunglasses, whatever the hell his name is, just oozing self importance, as if he were Dr. Phil or the Dalai Lama. I’m really starting to prefer the female commentators who, at least, display a little humility, being new to the biz and don’t assume the role of the central character as do Tim and Sid and Shades.
I prefer the curling. The Scotties tournament, the Canadian Women’s championship, was on all last week and I enjoyed it immensely. Its commentators are former curlers, knowledgable, insightful, always qualifying their statements and never hesitating to retract an observation that may have been incorrect. One can learn a lot about the game listening to Russ and Cheryl (hubba, hubba) and Vic and not feel at all as if they are being condescended to (sorry).
The Big Show starts on Friday, the Olympic Games, with or without the Russians who are still haggling over their role following the doping scandal last time around. It is my hope that T and S and Shades won’t be there because I plan on putting in a lot of hours watching the action in S, Korea, and praying no one offends that nutbar from N. Korea who could end the whole show quite quickly with the press on a button. Our curlers will win medals, guaranteed. And some will use the word ‘medal’ as a verb, guaranteed. All this assuming the athletes aren’t all afflicted by that nasty virus going around the site.