I was on my way into work this morning and on my local talk radio show they had someone call in who watched the Super Bowl yesterday in Arizona. Apparently, Comcast let a little blip of porn slip into the airing of the game much to the shock of viewers. I’ll be honest, I don’t think I would have been so shocked if this had been in the Chicago market because for the first time in 27 years of watching football I realized how incredibly sexual it is.
I, like many Americans who could care less about the Steelers or the Cardinals, did not attend a Super Bowl party last night. Instead I stayed at home and watched by myself while cleaning my apartment and chatting with people online. Everyone from chat rooms to Facebook pointed out, pretty much all at the same time, the overuse of the word “penetration” by Mr. John Madden. And because I have the mental aptitude of a 7 year old I got a case of the giggles.
For the next four hours every time I heard a somewhat sexual word (penetrate, tight end, induce ?) I forgot all about the game and pictured football players caught in incredulous acts of passion on the fifty yard line. Of course it didn’t help that I was playing my own little drinking game to go along with it. Though if I had been really committed I don’t think I would have be conscious for the amazing 4th quarter.
But now that the game is over I only have one question:
When does baseball season start?
~The Office Scribe
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