My team has been triumphant in nine of the forty SuperBowls, including the first two. To be "my team" you must qualify on two counts. First, you must be the team that I feel an affinity for in my geographic area. Second, you must be a winner. This second qualification usually inspires the first. For example, this year the Green Bay Packers were not my team. In the seventies and eighties, when I was in the Bay Area, my team was sometimes the Raiders and sometimes the Niners. I am a fairweather fan, perhaps, but I frequently enjoy the fruits of victory.
I am not given to foam accoutrements. I wear no cheezheads, I wear no triumphant fingers of numbah-one-itude. But I respect people who invoke the goddess of victory in this manner and of one thing I am sure…
This year the people of Pittsburgh had foam accoutrements that were thaumaturgically more effective than those sported by the people of Seattle.
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Thanks to AKMA for the link that inspired this manly sporting reflection.
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madame l. 02.06.06 at 4:45
i had to look that thaumaturgically shit up.
fp 02.06.06 at 9:16
I’ll bet that gang-sign grand-daddy of yours knew big words though.