Yesterday, I'm sure as many did, I cleaned the cave and purified the shrine and prepared a repast, from a funky chicken sesame noodles recipe gleaned from the Internet for the Packers-Steelers Super Bowl two years ago and still attached to the refrigerator door by magnetic clip. I ironed shirts watching the pregame show.
Life moves on. The power outage at the beginning of the third quarter was nice, a break in the Ravens steamrollering. We all got to observe the reportorial skills of Steve Tasker and Solomon Wilcots. When play resumed Kaepernick was the Kaepernick we've come to expect -- strong of arm, fleet of foot and capable of making the right decision quickly.
The 49ers clawed their way back into the game, but in the end they were defenseless against the Flacco-to-Boldin connection; that, and I was not enamored with Greg Roman's play selection at the goal line with the game at stake (even if Crabtree was held).
The Ravens were the better team yesterday, and they deserve the Lombardy Trophy. Allahu Akbar.
Now it's a return to life without the NFL and blissful weekends free of televisual distraction. Hopefully, with two days to read instead of one, I can, in this fiftieth anniversary year of the Kennedy assassination, finally finish the "Mollenhoff Project" that I began three years ago this winter.
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