Back from the Wilderness

Hey Gang!

Yeah, I know, I've been absent for a few days... But you have no idea how busy it can be working in a casino during Super Bowl weekend. I was a busy busy man. It paid off, though. We made big dollars this weekend. And I dropped my fair share of tokes on Sunday to help bring up the average.

And yes, I put my money where my mouth was and put a bet down on the Men of Steel to cover the spread. And all of you Seahawks fans and people that had the bad sense to bet on them need to quit cryin' about the officiating. The NFL was just making up for the game they called in Indy three weeks earlier. Y'all remember that one?

Anyhow--I was so busy all weekend, and so tired when I finally got out of work each morning that I could barely find the strength to shuffle off to the ghetto sled parked a quarter mile away from the time clock. In fact they almost had us working overtime on Sunday night. I don't know how I would've lasted if that would've happened. I hadn't been that exhausted since that time I spent the entire afternoon trying to blow up my Kirstie Alley love doll...

Wait, did I just say that outloud?

I actually had to work during the game, so I only got to watch the first quarter before I left for work. But thanks to the magic of Tivo I was able to see the entire game, and the commercials. As far as commercials go, the 'Magic Fridge' was one of my favorites, along with that 'Mile High Club' commercial for the mortgage company. But the one that caught me completely off-guard and had me laughing my ass off was later in the game--it was the Sprint 'Benny Hill' commercial when the guy's couch caught on fire. Nobody mentioned that one in the post-event analysis, but I think it was my favorite.

Overall, though, I thought the commercials were pretty weak this year. The Whopperettes was mildly entertaining, along with the rest of the Budweiser ones, although I really don't see what the big deal is about the mini-Clydesdale spot. And I think they could've done so much more with the 'streaker' commercial. That one just had too much untapped comedy potential.

But the worst thing about the Super Bowl is that when the final gun goes off and the clock shows nothing but zeroes, it signals the beginning of a very long drought. No more football until August. Yeah, I still have college basketball, golf, and the beginning of baseball season to look forward to. But I don't get excited for any of them like I do for football.

I'll be doing some more posting later tonight and again tomorrow--basically back to my regular schedule. And don't forget that I've got the fancy-schmancy dinner tomorrow night to report on, also.

But for now, I have to get up from the desk and head to the grocery store. The blinking light on the Hurricane phone tells me that my presence is needed to right another injustice in the express line.

Mikey