Super Bowl Warm-Up Exercises
February 3, 2010
First, your mind: Watch the movie, Big Fan. I saw it last night and loved it. It’s loaded with great dialogue and, as result, manages to stretch a rather simple tale into an engaging movie. Of particular note are the exchanges he has with his mother – priceless.
But study it carefully as you prepare to sit your ass in front of the Super Bowl for four hours this Sunday. Try to understand just how close you are to going over the edge with your sports addiction.
As for me, I got a little worried when I recognized the voice of the sports radio host in the movie. I used to listen to him on WFAN in New York City before they dumped him. But I can admit it. Ouch.
If, during your viewing of Big Fan, you do NOT have a moment when you tell yourself, “I need to stop following sports,” well, you’re in trouble. Thankfully, I can say that I DID have such a moment. But I’m not quite ready for the 10-step program. Certainly not before the Super Bowl and all.
Click here for the Big Fan trailer.
And if that doesn’t give you pause to seek help with your sports addiction, try this:
I’ll see you in rehab – after the big game, of course.
Oh yeah, go Colts. Mostly because I can’t stand all this “God is on the Saints side” shit. Because, if your God wanted to help New Orleans, I would hope she’d provide housing before a Super Bowl trophy. Just saying.
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sports?
people are addicted to it?
that’s one way to keep the masses calm
besides Prozac
We’ll be watching the big game at Three Penny, if you’re looking for a big last “hit” of the good stuff.
I’ll be rooting for the Saints, not cause “god told me to” but because Dan Marino came to me in a dream and said “fuck Peyton Manning”.
Besides, in games involving two teams I don’t care about, I go by city- and New Orleans is a much, much cooler place than Indianapolis (my apologies to Kurt Vonnegut, the only good thing near as I can tell, to come from Indy).
is wdh3 that guy who has a shitload of tree length firewood in need of being bucked so serious loggers can continue? screw the game and get to work.
Be nice. We haven’t billed him yet. Besides, it must not be easy for him to come out and admit he fucked Peyton Manning.
Also, why are you using the plural with the term “serious loggers”? There was only one serious logger there. (Hint: He had four legs.) Giddy-up.
Go Colts. And Belgians….