So I hear the test series between India and Australia is over. I’m not sure what the score is but India came out of the series looking golden. Apparently we handled the monkey issue with a lot of maturity and dignity. As they say, all’s well that end well. And that is that.
So you would think I would have the TV to myself without contantly having to battle with my husband for full control of the TV remote. Nope, no such luck. In America, ’tis the fiootball season, or to be more specific American Football season. On Feb 3rd, we have the superbowl where New England Patriots will play against the New York Giants. Each advertisement slot will be sold at 1.4 million dollars. Imagine, 1.4 million dollars for a 60 second slot.
Now do I care about football, not really. I just keep abreast of who is playing who just so I don’t look ignorant. The game overall is very rough game, I wince every time a player gets pounded. I keep imagining how much pain they will be in the next day. Definitely do not want to be in their shoes no matter how handsomely they get paid.
At work, football season turns into an active minefield. Why you ask. Every January people start talking about the Superbowl and invariable an industrious colleague will start a Superbowl pool. I always avoid all talk of the pool since according to meit is yet another lottery. There is no strategy, no intellighence but just sheer luck. You can be as dumb as a bedpost but you could still win the pool. This year too, the pool at work started a week or so ago. And I was solicited actively to contributre. I ofcourse did not care, but my husband is super interested.
My colleagues finally tracked me down earlier this week since they had a few boxes open. I finally gave in and contributed my ten dollars. Totally goes against my grain to gamble but a person’s got to do what a person’s got to do. And so I marked down another 10$ to charitable contributions.
On Feb 3rd, I will be attending a superbowl party at a friends place. Not because I enjoy the game but the food spread is always awesome and the conmpany as always is delightful.
Another year, another superbowl. Oh Well, a girl has to choose her battles. If you cannot change ‘em, then might as well join ‘em.
