Countdown to Kickoff
I just finished making my first-ever batch of guacamole to take to a Super Bowl party at a house across the street. I have to confess that I’ve never really gotten “into” the Seahawks - I don’t own a shred of Seahawk gear to wear to this thing. Part of it is that I probably exhaust all of my partisan energy on Saturdays chasing the Buckeyes around the tube. Also, the Ken Behring ownership era made me actively hostile to them, and wasn’t ameliorated when Paul Allen bought them and, as a condition of “rescuing” the fair franchise from that cabal of dirtbags, shook us down for a new stadium to the tune of half a billion dollars.
So, I didn’t hop on the bandwagon this year when they inexplicably started winning. I mean, a year ago you couldn’t give away a ticket to their games, and the only way they ever got on TV was to leave town or have some local benefactor buy up all the extra tickets.
So, I’ll take my goopy and decidedly bland offering over to the party and catch up with the neighbors. I may watch the halftime show this year, but not for the Strolling Bones - a friend of ours from our online book club lives in Detroit, has been working with the Super Bowl committee there for the past year, and will be dancing on the field (along with a cast of thousands, I’m sure). She assured me everything will be buttoned up tight.
David Horsey, the political cartoonist for the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, has been in Detroit all week and has published a really amusing series of cartoons related to the game and atmosphere surrounding it here.
OK, gotta get my game face on.
