I did my civic duty as an American and watched the Superbowl. I really wish I could understand, and capture for myself, the enthusiasm of watching sports. It seems like it must be fun to scream at the TV and moan and clap. Yeah, I know I sound like an intellectual, elitist twat, but what are you going to do?

Of course, I totally don’t understand this reaction. “Booyah, our team just won, let’s flip a car over.” It’s tragic that a student died, but talk radio has already begun the hyping of tragedy. Obnoxious, WRKO gasbag, Pat Whitley, was getting a radio-wave chubby with heated rhetoric of the city’s and police force’s failure in protecting the populous. Before seeing the details for myself, from his bullshit I envisioned mad rioting crowds beating a North Carolinian to death. It’s sad that a kid was drunk and senseless enough to haul his SUV into a crowd, but it’s not the LA riots.

I chose to stay on the highway and not cut down Mass. Ave., as I would usually do coming from the South Shore. Glad I was stuck in the new tunnel instead.

The big question in my mind, however, is if I was sitting there watching the fucking thing, how did I miss BOTH Janet’s now infamous titty AND a streaker?