I didn’t watch the Stupid Bowl today. And I don’t plan to ever watch one unless the Baltimore Colts are playing. Aside from a mild preference that no team go undefeated, I really had no preference as to the winner.
But now that the Giants have won, I discover that the game actually had some moral significance, and that it came out correctly.
Anyway, my relatives in Connecticut and New Jersey will be very, very happy. It hasn’t been easy, being a Jints fan.
Footnote In terms of omens, let’s recall that the Red Sox victory in the fall of 2004 didn’t carry over to their hometown politician. In any case, I expect to hear any day from Malkin or Limbaugh or someone on NRO that Hillary Clinton opposes patriots.
Update A reader points out that the Colts have moved from Baltimore to Indianapolis, and that the Baltimore team is now the Ravens. Precisely. No Baltimorean will ever forget or forgive that act of treachery.
That’s why I now ignore professional football, though I can name from memory a dozen of the 22 starters on the 1958 World Champion Colts: Berry, Parker, Nutter, Unitas, DuPre, Moore, Ameche, Marchetti, Donovan, Lipscomb, Braase, Hawkins
The Baltimore Colts will play in the Super Bowl on the Greek Kalends, otherwise known as the Twelfth of Never or the Sixth Sunday in January. Or, as a true Ravens fan would presumably say, “Nevermore.”