Again I called Dad and George first thing to check on them before I took three black dustbin liners full of cans, cardboard and bottles to our local recycling centre. Then it was on to collect George and another visit with Dad. Yes, he's still in hospital. He's edging closer to going home. However, as he may still be there Wednesday, I called my new employer and asked if I could postpone my start date so I could take him home once he does get the green light. They said it wouldn't be a problem.
Tonight we watched the Super Bowl XLI on the Sky+ box. Well, we fast-forwarded through the five hours to watch the best bits. Like the touchdowns, field goals and extra points, and of course Cirque du Soleil and Prince. However, I couldn't help but notice how AMERICAN it was. Not capitalist, American. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy American football and will always follow the Bucs. But the presentation made me cringe. Firstly, the Lombardi trophy was presented to the owner. No disrespect meant, but I don't think I saw Jim Irsay throw any touchdown passes or catch the ball in the end zone. It would be unthinkable here for Malcolm Glazer to receive the FA Cup in the Royal Box if Manchester United won it. That honour would go to the team captain. You know, the guy on the field who actually led the team to victory?
And what's the idea of a Cadillac for the MVP? Give him a trophy that says he was the best on the field. What does someone who already has expensive wheels and a huge bank account need with another car? Next, I would like to know why God helped the Colts win, and not the Bears? To me, that's a little unfair!! Finally, and I've said this dozens of times before, don't call yourself World Champions. Only American teams played in the NFL, and only 32 teams at that. Oh yea, I still have a soft spot for Dunedin and Florida, though. It's just some of the culture that leaves a funny taste in my mouth.
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