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Sweet Game and Sour Grapes

   Hey, everyone. I thought I'd burn the midnight oil and talk about football. In a matter of hours, the Super Bowl will be played and some dreams will be crushed and some fulfilled. It will be a sweet game for some, with their legendary status newly minted and their ticket punched to the Hall of Fame in Canton.
    I expect that Baltimore will win the game; no particular reason, just a feeling. I do however, hope that the 49'ers win and I will be pulling for them. That brings me to the 'sour grapes' section of this post. After my team, the Atlanta Falcons, completed their epic choke two weeks ago, I intended to quit watching football. I have had a hard time watching the last two weeks of hype because I was imagining all the cool shows I could have watched about the Falcons during this time, rather than about San Francisco. They would have probably interviewed some of the older guys like Steve Bartkowsky and William Andrews. Yes, I would have probably bought a ticket and be in New Orleans, puking on Bourbon Street, tonight. Hey, I heard the price had dropped a bit the last few days and the cheapest seat was around $1400. Just kidding about throwing up. The last time I was on Bourbon Street, I just leaned on a lamppost and sipped beer, while watching the unruly fans who were there for the Sugar Bowl.
      So, Adrian Petersen won the MVP Award. Richly deserved, I'd say. Peyton Manning won the Comeback Player of the Year Award. I suspect that they tossed a coin between the two guys and gave one award to each.
     Remind me not to ingest any ground-up deer antler, okay? Ray Lewis is tired of hearing about that stuff, I think. Personally, I find it hard to believe in the potency of stuff like that. I know the Chinese are firm believers in things like this and have been for many generations.
     Back to the sour grapes. I can't help but think that the Falcons could have beaten either of these teams, since they were up by what, 17 points on San Francisco? I suspect that Atlanta's defensive backs will have a lifetime to rue their lack of effort. One chance is all you get, sometimes.
    You know, I was thinking about being in the Super Dome. If I were at that game tomorrow, I would sit in that cavernous arena and think back to the previous time I was there, but most certainly I would think about the horrors that took place in the area after Katrina. Women ravaged, murders committed, people without proper restroom facilities, dead bodies everywhere. One of the most epic failures of a society to take care of their own in the history of America. It would have been a sobering moment to walk in there and would have trivialized the game itself, which after all, is just a game. Makes me feel guilty about my Falcon-related griping.
   I'm CE Wills.

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