Super Borewl 2016-W06

Other than the nominally surprising (to me) outcome of Superbowl 50, the whole show left me wishing I'd opted instead to work on my in-progress painting. Or mop floors. Anything. Some people enjoy defense vs defense matches, though I imagine they are the minority. Along with the game itself, the sides were just as lackluster. Unimaginative (or creepy) commercials, blase halftime show. Snore. If nothing else, I guess the game did demonstrate that you can win a Superbowl without a quarterback.

As the hoopla slowly unfolded yesterday, I thought back to when the whole shebang was a lot less gaudy. Superbowl 1 is a vague memory; I only remember that my grandfather passed away 3 days later. Superbowl 2 day is clearer in my mind. My brother and I got dropped at the local theater to occupy us during game time, so we watched Doctor Doolittle and whatever else rounded out the double feature.

So I missed SB 1 & 2 — which is fine since Green Bay won both (boo hiss) — but who could forget Joe Namath in Superbowl 3? Which by the way was the first actual "Superbowl", the first two just being titled "AFL-NFL Championship Game". Since then, my relationship with the big game runs hot and cold. Occasionally I skip altogether and most years I head for home as soon as the halftime show begins.

Anyway, enough of me stalling by way of reminiscing... I had to dig back in the vault for a previously unseen painting, since there was no progress on the work-in-progress. My hope is to finish that painting by next week's post so that, unlike last night's SuperBore, it doesn't seem to drag on foreeeeever. Our subject today is an Old English breed rooster, which I named after another old English rooster. Enjoy!

The Duke of Edinburgh   (2010)