Gaz I meant to ask... where did you end up watching the game? Did you get invited to Cyd Zeigler's SB Party?
And also, did you read that piece in the NY Times by a gay writer about football ("The Patriots made a man out of me")?
I actually played flag football with Cyd Ziegler on Saturday. But no, I didn't watch the SB with him. I went to Splash in Chelsea, lured in by the prospects of 50-cent beers (the price, not the gangsta), free pizza, and go-go boys afterwards.
Unfortunately, I failed to recognize that the other patrons *would have no interest in the game*. I was one of very few who was engrossed in the game itself. Ran into about 7 people I play softball with/against. One of them dragged over to me this guy he'd wanted to fix me up with for some time: he writes film reviews/previews for TV Guide, and my friend Peter figured, "you're a writer, he's a writer, you'll love each other" -- and then took off, leaving us to our own devices. The guy kept trying to engage me in conversation about film while laughing that he didn't know anything about the game, and I was trying to ignore him and watch the game. GAHH. I should've gone to a straight bar.
