In response to requests for a new thread, here goes. No time to waste, gents! The Stupor Bowel is tomorrow, and our (or some of ours) beloved San Francisco 49ers are going to take the field opposite the Baltimore Ravens and their murderer superstar Ray Lewis. (In case you have not yet seen the cover of SI, there is a photo of Ray Lewis that will soon be made into a mosaic window for Our Lady of Destroying Evidence Redemption in Baltimore).
As my husband and I did before every winning playoff and World Series game, we are going to get nachos and a donut. Don’t try this at home, kids, unless you want to spend a lazy winter exercising. What is your pre-game ritual? I bet that SFDF and Shaman might just be out buying pins for their Colin Kaepernick voodoo doll, amirite?
I look forward to gameday observations and Cahiers du Cinemaesque critiques of commercials. Of course, we can all go to Uncachuck for the best in that, right?
On a better note, pitchers and catchers report in less than two weeks. Even if you don’t care about football, we all care about baseball. This is what unites us, because there really is nothing better in this world than spending a daytime or evening watching our favorite teams trying to pull out another win.