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Published: February 8th 2010
The New Orleans QuarterBack lifts the Vince Lombardi Trophy in Superbowl XLIV
I'm starting to write this blog at 11.11pm on Sunday night.
Penny and I have just arrived home from our first Superbowl party.
The day itself started off in a flurry when I woke up autonomously to look at the clock to discover it was 9.15am.
Mind you, I should've started work at Bondi Road (on the opposite side of Manhattan Island at 9am) Stupid Alarm!
Getting ready in 3mins and catching a few lucky train transfers I managed to get to work early enough to still have time up my sleeve after setting up the bar before the first of (not) many customers walked through the front door.
My afternoon took a turn for the better when my supervising colleague told me that I could finish at 5pm (I usually finish at 6pm or later) regardless of the condition/patronage of the bar to make it to my mate Pete's 'Superbowl' party by kickoff at 6pm.
My manager was true to his word and by 5.15pm I was on the subway on the way to Pete's apartment.
What greeted me was enough to make any man cry with happiness.
*A TV large enough for any seat in the house to feel
earns his paycheck
*Esky's (Coolers) full of icy cold ales.
*The cherry????? A luke warm oven keeping 4 buckets of Kentucky Fried's finest wings, drumsticks and breasts at the perfect temperature for the whole game!
The game itself was always going to be a ripper. The best two teams (kind of like the Geelong/St.Kilda Grand Final) were playing and were yet to meet this season so it was anyone's guess as to which team had the upper hand.
The Indianapolis Colts had the best Quarterback in Peyton Manning and had journeyed to the same stage and triumphed three years earlier against Chicago. The majority of the money in Vegas was also favouring the Colts.
The New Orleans Saints on the other hand, had had a stellar season and had the whole of Louisana (and most of the country) behind them for the state's first major triumph since Katrina swept through in 2006.
My mind was torn on who to go for throughout the game.
The Colts have always been a sentimental favourite of mine but with 40 clams coming my way if the Saints got up, my wallet won over my heart and it was New Orleans that had my
No Superbowl ring for you today Peyton!
The game itself was exciting and was made even more so by the plethora of Pete's mates betting on every facet of the game (coin toss, first penalty, first score, scores at major breaks, first player to do a chicken dance) (OK the last one was a joke but honestly it was probably the only thing they didn't bet on!)
Suddenly my $40 looked like a drop in the ocean compared to these guys.
(Which kind of reminds me of the times I spent at the Flemington or Caulfield where I would approach a bookie to place a fiver on my favourite nag, only to be followed by some bloke laying down 20G on the late mail.)
Back to football and the game itself was a cracker with the lead swapping a couple of times and fingernails always close to mouth. The commercials too lived up the hype and had everyone glued to the idiot box from start to finish. I honestly can see I never have seen 20 people sitting around the TV with not a word being ushered, 40 eyes on the TV!.
The most interesting observation however came at the latter stage
Gimme an S............
of the night.
With the result a formality, the Saints ran down the clock to win the franchise their first Vince Lombardi Trophy.
When the game clock read 00:00, everyone (and I mean everyone!) got out of their seats and collectively cleared and cleaned until the apartment showed no trace of said Superbowl party.
It was truly amazing! It was like watching the inner workings of an ant colony with all the worker ants doing their own bit to keep the colony ticking over! What was I doing observing you ask???
One- It was truly an amazing sight I just had to sit back and take in this magnificent sight.
Two- I played the 'I worked and cleaned up other peoples empty glasses all day' card!
For those familiar to Grand Finals and Superbowls, you know that after the game finishes, it's a good 10 or 15 minutes for all the players to celebrate, get their kids and better halves on the field, talk to a reporter or two before being awarded the trophy. None of this sitting around to watch the award ceremony around this part of town!
The game was yet to be won more than seven
belts out the 'Star Spangled Banner'
or eight minutes previously and I found myself talking to Pete, his girlfriend Jessie, his Housemate Jim and Penny. Everyone else had cleaned, gathered their things and had said their thanks and goodbyes.
Words still escape me to describe such an event! A night to remember for sure!
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