DETROIT - I get to leave Detroit! But not before several parting buttfuckings. Being made to walk post-game in bitter cold for 30 minutes, only to end up back at the stadium, was their warmup act. Then I got to walk the two miles (!) to the park-and-ride pickup point, where I found...no busses, only a thousand shivering Steeler fans ahead of me in line. So like many, I walked the five miles to my car. Into a blistering wind, on icy sidewalks, through Beirut. Thanks, Detroit. Excellent job. What crack-baby did you elect to run this town?
And oh yeah. The Steelers won. Well, they didn't lose. In a game where the Hawks, Steelers, refs, and Rolling Stones all competed to see who could suck the least, the Steelers barely won. I'm so very proud.
This is my last Super Bowl. I didn't particularly enjoy myself. It's a sterile, deathly dull, made-for-TV event in which I felt like neither participant nor audience. "Antiseptic" is the word that comes to mind.
The dull game notwithstanding, it's worth noting that my boys did something that will surely never be repeated in our lifetimes: they beat the #1, 2, and 3 seeds on the road, then beat the other conference's #1 seed in the Super Bowl. A more difficult path is not possible.