February 04, 2008

From The Who'da Thunk It File

The game tasted like one of Sophocles’ better tragedies; divine gifts made too much of, then hubris brought low. That’s coming [at] it a bit high... but a few of those football plays managed to wrench the audience’s attention away from good company and doggie antics and really outstanding food. Which is all Sophocles ever asked of his plays, I bet.

— Tim Bray at ongoing

My own Super Bowl prediction fell equally flat. Up by just thirty at game's end, and then hand after hand of unplayable cards. Two hours worth of feeding antes into the pot and in return cards not even good enough to lose with. Ante and fold, ante and fold. Meh. Admittedly I wasn't 18-0 going into the game, but still.

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