Hyping Sunday’s Super Blog

Since, frankly, there isn’t nearly enough hype surrounding Sunday’s Superbowl, I am going to do my part to clog cyberspace with a running commentary of the day’s events.

If you recall two weeks ago, during the NFC championship game, I started a post that I continuously updated throughout the day with the score, my blood-alcohol level and solicitations for a Seahawks Starter jacket, circa 1992.

That appeared to be a winning formula, at least for the Seahawks, so I’ll repeat the process this Sunday.

So, fellow Zillionaires, be sure to have your laptops handy during the game. And please chime in with your thoughts, predictions, color commentary or just express your desire to see a Mick Jagger “wardrobe malfunction” during the halftime show.

See you on Sunday! Go ‘Hawks!

15 thoughts on “Hyping Sunday’s Super Blog”

  1. This is actually the first and only blog post that I read recently that talks about the upcoming superbowl. I definitely agree that we need more hype on this event.

    “Watching the game while updating your blog” sounds like an interesting and fun idea, I will make sure that I check your blog on Sunday.

    BTW, who are you ruling for?

  2. One fish… netted.

    They should call you the Angler instead of the Centaur.

    Thinking of names, when I am going to change my name? It’s horrible.

    But you can bet your salami I’ll have the laptop with me on Sunday. A suggestion for this weekend’s game post, however. This time don’t endorse every product that has a football related commercial. That last post had more product placements than a Steven Speilberg movie. True, the Super Bowl commercials are often more entertaining than the game so I’ll cut you some slack here and there.

    After all, what are friends for if they can’t cut each other some slack here and there. And dude, if you saw my place, you would see that I’ve cut a huge pile of slack that is just sitting, waiting here all bundled up in the corner ready for you whenever you want it. Heck, I’ll even just pluck little bits of slack off whenever ever you need ’em. Kinda like slack layaway or something… In fact, can you cut too much slack? I think I probably have because things are getting a little taught around here. Quick question: Once you’ve cut someone some slack and then you need it back, do all you have to do is ask?

    As for the game, there are only two questions that need to be asked:

    1. How does one successfully operate a laptop computer and eat buffalo wings? I’ve walked out of a wings place wearing nothing but my underwear and shoes (sans socks) because every other item of clothing I was wearing was absolutely drenched with wing sauce. I mean ring it out, sloppy-joe style, sopping wet. And that was nothing compared to what my face, teeth, and fingernails looked like. Centaur, with your hooves, how do you manage?

    2. Why the hell would anyone eat such a thing? I don’t usually take all my fries, dunk them by the handfull into a vat of ketchup and then shove them into my mouth. Is there some reason wing sauce can’t be applied with a least a modest amount of concern for what someone might be doing later in the evening? Not everyone has two hours to kill after a meal to thoroughly bath and scrub every pore on their body. Sure, I do, but not everybody. And while we are at it, can we make a hot sauce that isn’t inherently attracted to the eyeball. Call me crazy, but I like to spice my food, not my inner tear ducts. It’s like there is some magnetic force in the universe that makes the two draw together against all that is rational. Believe it or not, no other foods consistently burn holes in my retinas. I don’t think it’s operator error, but I am a moron so that can never be completely ruled out.

    Alas, we wait for the epic battle of the gridiron titans. Oh wait, they aren’t in it this year…

  3. I am going to post an email reply to someone that forwarded Rick Rielly’s (Sports Ill.) comments on seattle. And for the record, that person is not my friend anymore for forwarding such a post.

    “This is why we are going to win the superbowl. People have picked Seattle in the past to win it all and got burned. So now they say “screw them”. It is fate. We will win this year because everyone is bashing us so much. I guarantee it. I am sorry to break the news to you. I know it. It’s like I am “one” with time. It almost takes all the excitement away because I already know this.”

    I am wearing my Alexander #37 jersey today at work, and I will be wearing it on sunday.

    I can’t seem to find the original post, but a good reply to it is at:

    This Link

  4. Allow me to quickly mediate:

    Ryan is referring to a Rick Reilly piece in Sports Illustrated that made fun of Seattle’s perennially sucky sports teams, incessant rain and low expectations.

    Sometimes, the truth hurts.

    I’m glad Ryan is putting on the war paint and frothing with rage three days in advance though. The Seahawks need this passion. He should be ready to punch through a TV screen by Sunday.

  5. The greatest thing about this super bowl is that I can finally be a fan (it’s the one upside of not getting an AP paid trip to Detroit).

    Instead, the wife and I will be going to Southern California to watch the game with a bunch of Steelers fans.

    Yes, I’ll be going into enemy territory, but the mission will be worth it when Josh Brown makes like Adam Vinatieri.

    Seahawks 26, Steelers 23.

  6. Booth, as always I applaud you for being first to “go on the record” with a Super Bowl prediction. Thusly, you can rest assured I won’t question your manhood for at least 48 hours.

    I too will make a prediction, but I’ll hold off for a day or two. There are lots of strip clubs and handguns in Detroit, and frankly anything can happen in the next few days. Let us not forget the lessons of Ken Hamlin and Eugene Robinson.

    So, feel free to take your time. Just be sure to submit a prediction before game time.

  7. Great commentary on this post…

    First, a little background: The Captive Lion has been contemplating a name change almost since Day 1. Unfortunately, he’s already embroidered “CL” on his underwear and luggage and even had monogrammed stationary made. It would be too wasteful and time-consuming to fix all of this. If anything, expect a name change like “The Cleaning Lady” or “The Clumsy Lover”… just to keep the initials intact.

    Also, your comments on wings are right on point. I can’t think of a food that is more labor-intensive to eat and has a higher degree of messiness for such a small amount of meat.

    Fresh seafood, that you have to crack and clean before eating is the only other close comparison. I suppose, anytime they give you wet-wipes with your meal at a restaurant, you pretty much know what you’re in for.

    I have a feeling already the commentary on Sunday will be fantastic.

  8. damn, i don’t have a laptop to bring to the party, that is sure a shame! i could have been the coolest girl at a party with a keg! i say Seahawks by 7.

  9. Booth-Nice piece. So cool that it’s featured on the site as well. How did it come about? It’s not your average piece so I’m curious. My favorite lines:

    It’s probably gonna rain Sunday (what else is new), but the beer will be dark and locally brewed, and flowing out of taps and kegs from Boise to Bellingham.

    The jerseys, from old-school with Largent’s No. 80 to brand-new with Shaun Alexander’s 37, will be blue and white and trimmed in green.

    That fierce, beady-eyed bird will be everywhere.

    But, seriously, how can this moment possible vindicate all those Dave Krieg years? You can’t just have 10 years of your life back you know! Just kidding. Loved it all around.

  10. Hey guys. SUPERBOWL sunday is here. I will bring my laptop, but i gotta say i may not open it. I am getting excited. I put my money where my mouth is this morning with an exhorbitant bet on seattle. Some might say “bet on pittsburg, so if pitt wins you win money, if seattle wins you are happy–either way you’ll be happy”. However, I simply cannot bet against my seahawks.

    Pittsburgh–I wish you luck. But i gotta be real. I don’t really mean it. I really hope seattle doesn’t only win, but we crush them. I want to win by 37.

    Something else I was thinking about…here’s a bad case scenerio: Ben Rothisberger gets hurt and goes out for the game. Then we go on to win the game. If this scenerio happens everyone is going to be saying we can only win a superbowl when the other team isn’t there. That would be ultimately sucky. I would rather take a loss than that. I would rather take a good effort and going down gracefully, than “winning by default”.

    But in any case, I have the spikes on my shoulder already and will be tackling everyone in site when we score a touchdown.

    Have fun today, and be safe!


  11. Wrinkleheimer! Wrinkleheimer! Get in my office!

    Look, Wrinkleheimer, you better have a good excuse as to why this blog isn’t updated yet with a Superbowl prediction. I want a new column posted asap, you hear me! There are plenty of other slack-jawed heiny-ho’s that can work a typewriter. You are replaceable Wrinkleheimer!

    A morning rant from Wrinkleheimer’s boss, the angry Mr. Rumpleforeskin.

  12. There was this guy see.
    He wasn’t very bright and he reached his adult life without ever having learned “the facts”.
    Somehow, it gets to be his wedding day.
    While he is walking down the isle, his father tugs his sleeve and says,

    “Son, when you get to the hotel room…Call me”

    Hours later he gets to the hotel room with his beautiful blushing bride and he calls his father,

    “Dad, we are the hotel, what do I do?”

    “O.K. Son, listen up, take off your clothes and get in the bed, then she should take off her clothes and get in the bed, if not help her. Then either way, ah, call me”

    A few moments later…

    “Dad we took off our clothes and we are in the bed, what do I do?”

    O.K. Son, listen up. Move real close to her and she should move real close to you, and then… Ah, call me.”

    A few moments later…


    “O.K. Son, Listen up, this is the most important part. Stick the long part of your body into the place where she goes to the bathroom.”

    A few moments later…

    “Dad, I’ve got my foot in the toilet, what do I do?”

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