Drew and Sarah, our most easily accessible Americans, came over to help explain what was going on, and we decided to try watching it at a local Creek bar. "The Stadium" does not have the best reputation but it does have the most TVs. It also serves buffalo wings and fried cheese, so seemed the obvious choice.
The game was not the most riveting, but there was a lot of excitement for the advert of David Beckham in his underwear. There was even more excitement when Madonna appeared to do the half-time show. Yes, she's still alive! And for 53 did pretty well, especially when she made a plea for world peace. Then the players came back onto the field and started beating each other up again.
For the second half we retired to the apartment clubhouse, where I made friends again with my La-Z-Boy which is still giving fine service down there. In the end the Giants won, which is good as that means the 49ers lost to the Champions. I think I'm more of a baseball man...
Enough tellies to go around.
Some kind of betting game that Drew introduced. Being foreign I felt immediately at a disadvantage.
American football is hungry work.
It's Madonna! She's still got it.
Far more civilised (and comfortable).
