It's 12.30 in the morning, the announcers are speaking Italian and there isn't a buffalo wing or Dorito in sight but it's live and the first drive ended with a 3 and out by the Saints. Super Bowl baby! Here comes Payton.
My friends here can't believe I'm going to stay up to watch a game that lasts three hours and I can't believe they wouldn't. Reminds me of getting up at 3am to watch the World Cup from Asia a few years back. It's what you do if you want to see it. I went to bed at 19.00 to have a nap before the game in hopes that I don't fall asleep in the second quarter and miss it. Raimondo stopped by before going to bed to see the kick-off. He thinks the quarterback is "quite brave" to hold onto the ball with all those large men running towards him. He leaves a noon tomorrow from Milan for a two week vacation in Brazil.
No commercial breaks so while you're watching the latest spectacle from the collective genius of Madison Avenue I'm listening to the announcers and looking at a long shot of an empty field. For some reason they love Reggie Bush and overall seem pretty knowledgeable about the game.
Tre punti per la Colts. Tre a zero Indianapolis. Enjoy the game. And the wings.
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