“Make it a six pack!”
So the Pittsburgh Steelers won the Super Bowl (naturally) and out of curosity I went down to watch drunk college students tear the city apart. Or at least that one neighborhood.Typical crowds of drunk, rowdy young men (90% male, I’d guess), yelling for women to take their clothes off and such. It’s one thing to rip up trees and light them on fire, but the amount of danger anyone could have found herself in if the focus shifted was pretty horrifying to think about.
For the record, I am too old and mature to participate in such shenanigans. I was neither destructive nor drunk – more than sort of lazy, stuffed feeling of eating all day and then trying to put beer on top of it and just giving up and laying around with the cats. You know. Super Bowl Sunday.
(In terms of SBs, it was a pretty sad one for me. My house got invaded for awhile I missed pretty much all of the commercials. I did demand that they chill the fuck out so I could at least see the 3D one, without sound, but it was kind of a let-down. I wanted my socks blown off. Oh well. Next year.)
I don’t know what that “gallery” thing is or how it’s supposed to work. We’ll see what happens!
