Prickly City by Scott Stantis for February 09, 2024

And Chicken Wings, Pizza, And Beer

I…like BB, will tune in at the later half of the game. Until then I MIGHT flip over to see the commercials!

There is this one house in my neighborhood that puts up inflatable football players for Superbowl Sunday.

God help all of the wingless chickens running around.

I stock overnight for a grocery store

I’ve said for years we should get holiday pay because we work that whole week like there’s a holiday coming

If the home team is playing its much bigger, I’m 60 miles from Denver so that’s not a problem this year

I know this is shocking, but I haven’t watched it in years, and don’t even know who’s playing.

Jonathan Schwartz on WNYC used to do an all-baseball show on Super Bowl Sunday. That was good.

Oh yeah? If it’s not a national holiday then why are the banks closed and there’s no mail?

The idiocy is having it on a Sunday. So all the people who partied hearty all day have to get up the next morning and go to work all hung over.

Is there some sort of sports event coming up?

(Rant warning ahead!) It’s a football game! Can we just have the game without all the hoopla? And no more than four talking heads. Two in the booth and one on either sideline. Make sure they understand the game, and that they only talk about things relevant to the game. And do not let their talking, or the commercials, cut off the opening seconds of plays! (This concludes the rant.)

The next day should be treated like New Year’s Day. Happy year of the dragon, btw. And may Trump’s partisan prosecutor roast in he11 for the hit job on Biden this morning…

From the latest DMZ, the duo are conversing about the possible repercussions in the nation if the Supreme Court upholds Colorado and Maine omission of trumpster fire from the ballot:

Ted to Stanti: “I mean do you think there will be civil conflict or do think there will be random assassinations?”

Stanti: “I think you’d see armed Maga people attacking polling places, burning them to the ground, shooting people who are there. It will get violent and ugly, and, I mean, I hate to sound Ted Rallish, but you can’t blame them. You’re effectively saying you cannot vote.”

Football! Yeah! Hike, run, get walloped. Hike, run, get walloped again and again. Hike, run, throw the ball up for grabs—-catch it and get walloped—-again. Hike! Kick the ball. Now it is the other side’s turn to be walloped for doing the very same thing. The events get bloody. Blood Lust to almost the nth degree. Macho Men in uniform drag. I will be taken severally to task for my personal view. That I expect; however, as we leave the sweltering locker room (jungle), we can hear the moans and groans of the losers—-some to live to return for more of the same.