Super Bowl tonight.
Which is about American as apple pie and Black Friday. (The NFL is a multi-billion dollar industry, but I won't rant about that now.)
So what better picture than trying to capture the essence of the watch party, right?
It wasn't so easy. I tried for a TV screen shot, which ended in disaster. I thought about a food shot, but tacos aren't really photogenic. Many in the crowd were adorned in cheese heads, but I just didn't think those would photograph well, so I opted for another route. I ended up taking a picture of my nephew's shirt more times than he would like to count, to his complete bewilderment.
I didn't watch one commercial in its entirety.* But I did managed to see the half-time show, which was entertaining. Right up until Fergie tried to channel Axl Rose, at which point I was just baffled. (I'm sorry, but when I think of the Black Eyed Peas doing a cover, I envision them doing for a nice rendition of Everyday People as opposed to rocking out with a dude called "Slash".) And honestly, once I saw those two on stage, I was really, really hoping for a wardrobe malfunction. Alas. No love.
At any rate, I'm happy for my father-n-law, who was born and raised in northern Wisconsin, lived for a time in Madison, and has been a Packer fan his entire life.
(Yeah. I had to Google that.) ->
*I didn't hear the National Anthem last night and didn't hear about the mishap until this morning.