We’ve watched every Super Bowl since XXII.
We’ve watched every Super Bowl since XXII.
Thank the sweet lord that the Pennsylvania Primary is finally here.
Honestly. Why aren't more book readings held in bars? Bookstores are antiseptic places where talking loudly is verboten--when an author does it at a reading, it feels impolite.
(This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.)
If you're wondering why Seattlest has been so disputatious lately--bitching about local music venues, local novelists, and local sports team management--it's not because we're angry, joyless pessimists. No, we're just trying to fire up Mariner outfielder Jose Guillen.
The Hawks' own Matt Hasselbeck and his (not un-foxy) mom will join with the man who bested him in Super Bowl XL, Ben Roethlisberger, and longtime soup pitchman Donovan McNabb, for a new season of Chunky Soup commercials. Yes, someone's already posited that there's a Chunky Soup curse.
Two days later, the horrible officiating in Super Bowl XL (led by Bill Leavy, at right) continues to be a major media story. Our take? Sure, there were some bad calls, but the Hawks would have still won had they played better, coached better, and not had some critical injuries.
The Super Bowl is two days away, and it's time to think happy thoughts. Though the Steelers are favored, there are plenty of folks who think the Hawks will win Super Bowl XL.
Seattle is a perfect city to watch the Super Bowl in--the weather is always horrid, so there's no anxiety about spending the entire day inside, and the Seahawks are never playing, so there's no anxiety about the game itself.