SUPERDUPER BOWL

Naturally, the beloved (and much hated) Cincinnati Bengals are watching this one at home, or somewhere (though, as of yet, no one is watching from a correctional facility-wait til next year), anywhere other than on the field of the big show.

Each year, around this time, we get a continuous loop of Super Bowl highlight specials, the kind the Sabols specialize in, and so while my better half and I were "whooping" it up at the Covington Mardi Gras-is it just me, or is the idea of a street festival in the dead of winter, um, stupid?-watching idiots of all ages defile the good name of "power drinking, they showed the Super Bowl XVI special. You know, the first of the two rather ignoble defeats at the hands of former Bengal Bill Walsh's dynastic Manilow head 49'ers (not the one with Stanley Wilson and Tim Krumrie's compound fracture-the other one, with Dan Ross and a younger, butterfingers Collingsworth), and I remembered a little ditty from back then, very popular on radio, in which the 12 Days of Christmas was re-written for the Bengals-with the culminating refrain being "And a Forrest Gregg Super Bowl Team". We fired him later, of course (incidentally, does anybody else remember that?)

So, at any rate, no point being maudlin. The Bengals may get their shit together one day, and even win one, provided we can keep everybody sober and out of jail. As for my sobriety, it will be ending soon; I've graded as much as I care to today, and I'm going to go to the Deacon's place, drink beer, and eat cheese in every conceivable form. Power Drinking indeed.

I suppose though I need to post a prediction, so it goes:

Giants 72 Patriots -20

Why? Because I loathe perfection. There is no such thing and besides, if you saw me without my super patriotic lapel pin, you'd know why I hate the good looking, physically gifted and talented. Same reasons I hate Johnny Depp-cuz Life Ain't Fair.

But don't listen to me: I'm a Bengals Fan, afterall, and all the fatalism and sense of Jesus Christ on a Losing Streak that goes with it.

Well, I suppose it wouldn't be the Super Bowl Sunday without this:



Have fun where ever you are, and as my Dad always says "Watch out for the gendarmes!".