When everyone e-mailed me and asked me who I was rooting for, New York or New England, my answer was always the same:
Neither. They're both a couple of Yankee teams and I hope they both lose.
In college bowl games, if I didn't have a dog in the hunt, I would always root for southernmost team. So in this case, New York is further south than Boston, so I guess it's okay that they won.
But I really didn't care and don't care and will never care.
One thing that did strike me, however, was when browsing The Drudge Report, I ran into one of those stories that has a sidebar link that leads you to another sidebar link that leads you to another.
Boring Monday afternoon, so I kept clicking. And I found this, Celebrities spotted at the Super Bowl.
I need to update the Fios in the cave next to the rock I must be living under, because there are sixty-two pictures of celebrities here and I only recognized a few. I didn't recognize any of the (so-called) super-models, and most of the television actors I didn't recognize.
Most of the shows that I watch involve fishing or hunting or shooting or flying, which negates that fat, obnoxious son of a bitch Alex Baldwin, who I did recognize. Hard to miss that slob's ugly visage anywhere.
I recognized Madonna, even though she had her clothes on, and I recognized Stephen Tyler. Maybe a few others, but for all the other (so-called) celebrities, I was left wondering,
Who the hell are you and what makes you a celebrity?
Or more importantly, why should I care?