Bowl, not bowling
Past half time. It passed. I wonder if Mr. Kravitz minded that he had less time on stage than a pair of land sharks. And did Katy have a harness, or is just so perfectly in balance with the universe that gravity didn’t matter?
The camera following for NFL games is picture perfect. I mean, I can’t speak for life in a 4K household, but with my TV and cable feed, the illusion is “better than being there”. Which it is; in real life, I’d be in one of the nosebleed rows, and the under inflated football would be an illusion. Again, just like in real life, if you trust the word of a multi-millionaire coach dressed in a hoodie and a boss (OK, Bose) comms headset.
The game is faster than the university level game I enjoy until snow season. Just wanted to “throw” that in there, and let you “run” with it.
Big bowl games don’t score much interest in our family, although there’s not much else on in this time slot. I don’t follow the teams in real life; this is my one nod to popular culture. As soon as the trophy gets lugged into view, I’ll be absent for another year.
Mind you, the camel races that we saw (in a documentary) yesterday show that with enough money, players aren’t part of the equation. Robot jockeys and radio controlled hailers, plus fans in oversized trucks in a parallel race to annoy and watch. That’s sport in the Bladerunner future.
