And starting at running back, Frannnnz Kafffffka!
If you're still hung over following a distinctly disappointing Super Bowl — and by "hung over" I mean, of course, emotionally — you're not alone.
Sure, I know New England won. And just like Seahawks fans following that improbable win over Green Bay, Patriots fans everywhere — even here in the Northwest — are rejoicing. But, too, everyone has to be wondering: What was with that final play call? I've heard the rationalizations, but none really stick. And everyone, even the Pats, have to be experiencing at least somewhat of a bad taste in their mouths.
Anyway … life goes on. And while checking my email this morning, I discovered a message from my night-dweller wife that put at least a slight smile on my face this dreary, snowy February morning. It's a repeat of a PBS Newshour story from a year ago that lists 14 books that you could read in the time it takes to play a Super Bowl.
Interesting compilation. And while I have read 12 of the 14, I have to admit that — sitting here, still smarting over a mere football game — one of the books seems far more appropriate than any of the others.
Perhaps you'll agree. It's the one by the guy named Kafka.