Monday, February 4, 2013
Super Bummer
My roommate Laura and me. And her son and daughter-in-law.
It was the game Laura and I had waited 18 years to see.
The 49ers had just managed a field goal that brought the score to 14-3 with still plenty of time to turn things around. There were more guests coming for our little Superbowl party.
The field goal was good, and the game broke to a commercial and there was suddenly a snap as the TV and all the lights shut down with a vengeance.
"NOOOOO!" I screamed.
"This is not happening!" Laura declared.
Scott started laughing.
Not much of a football fan, that one.
Laura ran outside to see if it was the whole street. All I could think was that my crock pot had tripped the breaker.
But, no. The power was out on the whole block. And the block next to ours. And the one just to the south. In fact, a solid square mile of city lost power. We still don't know why.
I immediately called my friend, Stacey. She and her family were supposed to be heading over to our house soon. She said we could relocate to her house.
We tried to wait it out a little longer, but when we discovered the signals at intersections surrounding our neighborhood weren't even flashing, we knew this could take awhile.
Reluctantly, Laura and I packed up our pulled pork and steak and meatballs and chips and guacamole and cream puffs and donut holes and drove to Stacey's to resume watching the game.
When the power went out to half the Superdome, a thought flitted across my mind, wondering if perhaps someone thought maybe I shouldn't be watching this game.
But watch it, I did.
And I'm not going to pretend I'm not still wholly disappointed at the way my boys blew that last drive with 1st and goal from the 7 yard line. Or the way the referee missed what was CLEARLY a holding penalty. Or the way a man who was once indicted for murder now gets to call himself a Superbowl champion.
And it's not like the commercials were even that great of a consolation prize.
Except that one with the Clydesdale. I always love the Clydesdales.
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At least they came back in that second half and didn't let the Ravens totally dominate them. It was going to be a sad day if the Super Bowl was a blowout. And yes, those darn Clydesdale commercials get me every time!
ReplyDeleteI was disappointed. Freaky your power went out as well.
ReplyDeleteI'm just happy I got my name on your blog
ReplyDelete:)
I'm glad you were able to relocate your party!
ReplyDeleteyeah, I didn't watch a minute of the game.....
ReplyDeleteWORST GAME EVER
ReplyDeleteThat baby Clydesdale was the sweetest commercial ever. I teared up!
ReplyDeleteI was super disappointed. I loved the Clydesdales, Fast 6 and The Rock commercial. There were one or two more that were enjoyable. Overall, this year's commercials sucked.
ReplyDeleteI LOVED the Clydesdale commercial! And, I deserve a high-five and an ATTA-GIRL for watching my first ever televised football game. Oh, yes I did! (Who knows why, I just did!)
ReplyDeleteI have no idea about the teams or the game for many reasons like I am not Americian and I do not like sport period.........
ReplyDeleteHate to say it, but I totally would have been laughing with Scott. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh the black out was a bummer! You guys packed lots of good food.
ReplyDeleteDidn't watch it at all, but I watched the commercials yesterday. Loved the Clydsdale. And the Doritos goat one. Haha.
ReplyDeleteWe are still dealing with our dissapointment here. It's been a painful couple of days.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, I did like the Dodge farmer commercial. Especially here in Iowa, it seemed appropriate and wonderful.