For Quality You Can Ride On!

So, as I've heard, apparently the Superbowl was on last night. Actually, I think my dad watched it. My dad is weird like that. The only times of the year he appears to give a darn about football are on Thanksgiving day with its Eggbowl, and that time of the Superbowl. I have a theory...its just b/c they are the biggest games of the year in the state and the world, respectively.

Could it be one of those watercooler things, where he wants to at least know the score so when someone at work brings it up, he can talk about it? I hope not. I guess I should ask, but it may hurt his feelings.

Now, being the nurd that I am--and a TV Nurd at that, you would think that I would have watched it "just for the commercials." Wrong.

Not that I think it's lame to do that, just that it's a waste of time. I mean, the ads I have seen in the past have been great, but I'm not going to waste my Sunday night watching for them. However, I did hear some rumor about after the game they would just replay all the ads. Don't know if that 's true or not.

However, if someone put out a DVD of Superbowl Ads (hint hint DVD maker people) I would definitely buy it.

So yeah, the Superbowl is one of those dreaded nights/following day nightmares for Nurds. We have to sit and listen to all of the hooplah about that game. We really don't know what the heck people are talking about nor who even played, so we just have to sit quietly.

It's just that Nurds have different interests. Sure, if you like sports you'll call us gay or whatever, but in my opinion most of us do meaningful stuff instead of watching sports. And stuff that matters. Plus, how gay is it to watch butt-patting. ...........I mean with football uniforms on. I'm all about butt-patting in any other form.

Speaking of homoerotocism, I was groped and had my forehead nibbled on by a guy nicknamed "Tex" this weekend. It was weird. I guess it just comes from that one time last week when I showed him my weird left nipple. Anyway, about 5 a.m. Saturday I was trying to get at least 2 hours of sleep before waking up again at 6.30 to travel and work, I was awoken by this guy named "Tex" who gave me a copy of the novel Jaws and then climbed on top of me. At least I think that's what happened. If anyone knows for sure, let me know.

Oh, I'll drink to that.