Random thoughts over leftovers…lots of leftovers

A few passing thoughts on the Super Bowl post mortem:

Why is having “just enough” never enough? These days I’m not much of a big eater, and my alcohol consumption is limited to wine; so why is it that when I want to make sure I have enough of everything….I wind up buying more of everything I need. For Super Bowl Sunday, I got at least a case of beer more than I needed, but it doesn’t stop there….it’s soda, crackers, foot long heros, cocktail sauce….oh, and the margarita mix. That plus the Spam I got for Christmas, and I’m set. All I need now is a year’s supply of water, some weapons and a generator and I can hide out in my basement… ready for Armageddon!

Aren’t the commercial breaks there to provide a “nature” break. Being in the media, I sort of have to stay glued to the TV during the whole time, but it’s just not natural. So when you know a seemingly cultural event like “Super Bowl commercials” are about to come on….do you just sit there and squirm like a 5 year old….or hope the Avodart kicks in and allows you to get up at a more opportune time...if there is one?

I’m sorry, but we never got to see what would have been the real halftime show…the girl in the skimpy blouse bouncing up and down in front of Bruce. Perhaps if he’d sung “Dancin’ in the Dark” and pulled her up on stage a la Courtney Cox, we’d have had a little more “bounce to the ounce”. Alas, there was to be no wardrobe malfunction. He only had 12 minutes, and a new album to promote! And, by the way, was she really that into Bruce, or would she have preferred Justin Timberlake?

I’m no football expert…but every now and then I like to shout out what I think is a “b.s.” call by the officials, and then listen to see if anyone agrees with me. Every now and then, judging by the reaction, I get one right! Either that, or my guests are just as stupid as I am!

All parties have a natural ending time! So why is it that when you, as the host, have to feign falling asleep to signal to your guests when it’s time to go! Either that or turn up the volume on “Mic’ed Up”! And they still don’t get the hint!

I’ll never again doubt my daughter’s ability to bang out a mean lasagna in record time. She started at 2:30, and by 5, both were being devoured.

At my wife’s insistence, I put up the decorations she bought for last year’s Super Bowl party….problem is they were all proclaiming the Giants’ NFC champions of 2007! It’s like my Uncle Frankie used to say, “..waste not, want not!”

Finally, it’s good to see that nothing endures like a classic…..Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head! Timeless!