Yes, my beloved city of Seattle is cheering on its own Seahawks today. Has been for the past several weeks, even the fabric store is sporting Seahawks colors. I have no bloody interest in football – horse racing, Quidditch and MMA are my great loves – but I do love one thing in particular about this Super Bowl:
It’s too much to hope both teams stop playing while tied in the 4th quarter, and instead of finishing the game, sit down together to get baked, isn’t it? I mean, they could continue later for those fans who insist on a winner. But I think it would be an awesome if, just for a while, there were no winners or losers, just people having some happy fun times together.
Sigh.
But it’s not in Seattle or Denver, so I suppose the police tromping in to arrest everyone for possession would kinda put a damper on it. Not to mention some of the fans would become upset.
Yet still I dream…
One day your dream will come true… Maybe.
It isn’t legal in Seattle quite yet anyway. Probably next year when the same two teams aren’t in the Superbowl some right winger will blame it on the legalization.
My wife and I went out to lunch yesterday and discovered we were improperly dressed. All the other patrons had their Seahawks gear on. And there were a couple of middle-aged women with blue and green hair.
“Super Bowl?” I went birding–thought someone had just misspelled “Superb Owl.”
Sadly, not this time.
This year, the Bud Bowl had nothing whatsoever to do with beer. And a friend of mine in Minnesota joked that the owner of the Vikings will probably fund a campaign for legalization in that state, in the desperate hope that it will give his team a shot at the championship.