Sunday, February 01, 2009
A Contest With Myself
Every time the Superbowl shows up I try to see how long I can go before I even find out who's playing.
Many years I make it to the following day. Once, I made it for a whole week. In America, that's quite a feat.
It involves not watching television (which isn't too hard) but it also involves nobody talking about it (working in theater does help alleviate the danger, but not as much as one might hope.) And it involves not walking past a bar with the names of the teams on a sign outside.
That's going to be tricky.
But we'll see.
I know, I know, you're thinking "Nude woman or fuzzy animal." Ha! We have BOTH!