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Now now Bob, the only conspiracy is man's free will to make such a bad call at the one yard mark. All else was random contingencies that got to that moment.
...though obviously it was predetermined that the fellow before that would bobble the ball, so that the teams would be in position for the impossibly stupid to happen, making it possible for the rookie to choose to become a hero.
So. .. there you go.
"...successfully bobble the ball. .."
In these situations, I choose to go with incoherent metaphysics so the outcome is justified in my complete world of Boston sports.
I don't know why they don't make more of a big deal about an important game like that.
The real question is, should Pete Rose be in the hall?
I wonder if that rookie has gotten over the shock of the moment yet? I think he was as surprised as anyone. It's almost unbelievable how fast he was under that ball.
Game? What game? Oh, you mean that football game played between the Super Bowl commercials.
Well ... I'm not sure about the game but I must say that with only a couple exceptions, the Super Bowl commercials did not meet expectations. There was the obligatory heartwarming Budweiser commercial and the blue pill commercial for Fiat was kinda funny until the Fiat part. But it got to point that my wife and I switched over and watched Downton Abbey rather than watch the disappointment.
When we finally flipped back to the game, we saw the exciting ending and even more entertaining was the Chris Collinsworth meltdown where he couldn't believe Seattle didn't run the ball in for the touchdown. He couldn't believe it. In fact he couldn't believe it. It was unbelieveable. Not believeable at all. Truly unbelieveable. No one would believe it. Finally some producer must have told him to not utter any form of the word believe during the rest of the broadcast and Chris settled down. LOL.
We had some iffy weather coming in and the wind was blowing hard. I was out in it for a while, so I missed the game entirely and didn't know the score until around noon.
Sunday morning, the youth pastor announced that someone was hosting a Superbowl party but the commercials would be tivo-ed out. I'm guessing they cut out the halftime show as well. Even with penalties and time-outs, that cuts it to an hour and a half, maybe? I'd almost sit still for that.
Hard not to be Gnostic with sports. Owners. Archonic marketing. How can everything be corrupt without anyone noticing? Probably hire some kids to pick up those loose balls.
They probably just keep playing without the cynics, even if that makes the gaming a bit hard to swallow.
Pete Rose. The Big Red Machine. I grew up at those games, and they are always heroes. I do not know much, but I know a golden age when I see it.
Kind of easy to compare, considering the debris left to work with. Angels in the outfield, just Cincy. Seemed pretty good at the time. Even Iowa has little league.
I wasn't actually referring to the Game, just the game of life. Busy, I mean.
While the call was inexplicable, I'm glad Marshawn Lynch didn't end up being the hero. I thought Lynch was the biggest jackass on the team until I read about this guy. Stay classy, Seattle!
I thought Seattle's coach actually was classy after the game. No whining, no excuses, gracious in defeat. Too bad it doesn't seem to have trickled down to the players.
Switching back to baseball, anybody familiar with Josias Manzanillo?
Hey, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you.
It's too bad all the players on the Seahawks aren't as classy as Russell Wilson.
I watch so little football, I effectively watch no football. But after that call, I feel like a football expert. So I'm calling that the best commercial of the night, since I'll be watching more football from here on out.
The worst commercial was for the BMW electric car. As if anyone who has always wanted a BMW will push aside all those other BMW models for the one driven by Bryant Gumball and Katie Hazbin, looks like the Pontiac Aztec, and was built in a factory powered by windmills.
It was the dawn of the anti-commercial.
I actually think BMW wants no one to buy that thing (I mean, zero sales) so as to put the whole stupid idea where is belongs.
Josias Manzanillo
I vaguely remember that. For most of us males, it's probably an example of repression.
I think it was Bill Cosby who used to do a bit where he related that the coach always told athletes to grab their heads if they were hit in the groin. They end up bandaging a guy's head to make it look good.
Bryant Gumball and Katie Hazbin
Is Gumball still alive?
The anti-commercial provides no clues.
Re. Manzanillo - oh, no, is he remembered for getting hit in the stones? I'm going to have to pretend I don't know about that, he's going to be the boy's coach for t-ball...
Julie said "he's going to be the boy's coach for t-ball... "
Wow. I've heard of being sent back down to the minors, but to T-Ball? Wow.
:-)
He had to have reconstructive surgery. What's really bad is that he managed to make a play after that and threw a runner out. How bad does that guy feel?
Ouch. So you're saying he has a certain kind of fortitude...
Actually, all things considered that's probably not a bad quality to have in a coach.
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