And Now, Sports, More or Less

 I don't have a favorite in the Super Bowl, although it would be nice if Saquon Barkley had his way with the Chiefs' D-line.

Trump attending the game is not surprising, although I was surprised to learn he is the first sitting President to do so. Narcissists gotta narcissize, ya know. With the game on Fox we should expect frequent reverent cutaways to his location and if they show Taylor Swift more there will be hilarious hell to pay. You know he'll have someone keeping count. Not Hegseth obviously as he has been tailgating since Wednesday.

How will CFDT be greeted by the crowd? One one hand SB tickets are pretty pricey so you would think a better-off crowd might be more in line with his supporters. On the other hand, he got a delightfully negative reception at World Series Game 4 in Washington back in 2019, and I can personally attest to the cost of those tickets.

Bryan and I went to Game 3 so instead of booing Trump we got to boo Roberto Osuna which was its own kind of awesome. As Osuna trotted from the bullpen to the mound, amidst the cascade of regular booing (which started as soon as the bullpen door opened) a spectator in back of us yelled "OSUNA! YOU SUCK BECAUSE YOU BEAT WOMEN!" Bryan looked at me in surprise and I said "He's not wrong" before returning to lustily booing.

OK, off to make eggplant parm. Stay safe everybody.

Dammit

Groundhog Day came a week early for the Bills, the Bills Mafia and the Western NY diaspora in general. Kansas City simply outplayed Buffalo and got results when it counted; Buffalo did not and the refs had little to nothing to do with it. Several close calls went KC's way but none of it rose to the level of the usual Violation of Mahomes' Personal Space flag-tossing.

Hard to not be disappointed but it was another great season overall.

Watching a tough game was made easier by enjoying Thin Man Brewery's Pills Mafia, a fine pilsener with a great label:

Love the table-crashers

This pilsener is purveyed by my pals at Arlington's own Brew Shop, conveniently located nearish Courthouse Metro. Hurry in to wish them a happy ninth birthday and pick up their collaboration with Ocelot Brewing: the incredibly-named and -labeled Uninterrupted Prosperity. (Obligatory: UN-INTERRUPTED!)

Go Eagles, I guess.

36, 24, 36, Hut!

I am shocked - shocked! - that none of my colleagues has blogged about, or even mentioned, the Lingerie Football League. Yet there is a team right up the road from us. Perhaps a research trip is in order.