So I have to 'fess up or Scott will rat me out. With a little over two and a half minutes remaining in the Super Bowl, I left my beloved Steelers for dead and went disgustedly to bed. I admit it: I was a "fair weather" fan. All I have to say for myself is that it was almost 3 in the morning, I was cold, and I had NO reason to believe that the same Steelers who had just failed to score a touchdown over six consecutive plays within the 10-yard line could possibly march the length of the field (especially after a holding penalty) and score a touchdown. Admit it, didn't you feel the same way? I spent all day depressed about my Steelers' humiliating loss. then I logged on this evening to read the post-mortems. That's when I discovered that as I prepared for bed upstairs, the Steelers had pulled off a stunning win with a spectacular play in the final minutes, securing their sixth title. My unacceptable disloyalty aside, it was surreal to watch the game on British TV. It was carried on a number of stations, each with the same format. They carried the NBC feed from Tampa, but in place of Al Michaels' and John Madden's awesome commentary, they had combinations of Mayfair-accented, cricket commentators mixed with D-list former NFL players. It was as the equivalent of watching Howard Cosell announce the British Open! Oh, and the commercials: not one cool one, since the local carrier sells to advertisers from its own market, and the audience here at 1:30 a.m. isn't what it is in the United States in prime time. My favorite was the one for the upcoming dart match! Yes, indeed. The world championship of darts. Wouldn't miss that one for the world. Somehow, I don't think I'll be staying up until 3 a.m. to see how THAT one comes out in the final minutes.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Superbowl Sunday (or was it Monday?)
So I have to 'fess up or Scott will rat me out. With a little over two and a half minutes remaining in the Super Bowl, I left my beloved Steelers for dead and went disgustedly to bed. I admit it: I was a "fair weather" fan. All I have to say for myself is that it was almost 3 in the morning, I was cold, and I had NO reason to believe that the same Steelers who had just failed to score a touchdown over six consecutive plays within the 10-yard line could possibly march the length of the field (especially after a holding penalty) and score a touchdown. Admit it, didn't you feel the same way? I spent all day depressed about my Steelers' humiliating loss. then I logged on this evening to read the post-mortems. That's when I discovered that as I prepared for bed upstairs, the Steelers had pulled off a stunning win with a spectacular play in the final minutes, securing their sixth title. My unacceptable disloyalty aside, it was surreal to watch the game on British TV. It was carried on a number of stations, each with the same format. They carried the NBC feed from Tampa, but in place of Al Michaels' and John Madden's awesome commentary, they had combinations of Mayfair-accented, cricket commentators mixed with D-list former NFL players. It was as the equivalent of watching Howard Cosell announce the British Open! Oh, and the commercials: not one cool one, since the local carrier sells to advertisers from its own market, and the audience here at 1:30 a.m. isn't what it is in the United States in prime time. My favorite was the one for the upcoming dart match! Yes, indeed. The world championship of darts. Wouldn't miss that one for the world. Somehow, I don't think I'll be staying up until 3 a.m. to see how THAT one comes out in the final minutes.
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