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I’ve recently been accused of not writing anything on this blog in a little while, and after a lot of soul searching I have to admit that it’s because I’ve been working through my post Superbowl depression. But I’m all done now. On to the next topic, which is, coincidentally, the Superbowl.

One of the funny things about watching the Superbowl in Venice is that it starts at midnight, and since the network drags the game out for as long as humanly possible, it gets over at roughly 4:30AM. There was no chance of us picking up the game with our bunny ears at home, but by chance we stumbled onto a bar that was advertising the fact that they were showing the game right after we got here. We then spent the next three weeks trying to re-find the place, since we were hopelessly lost at the time when we found it in the first place.

Another funny thing about watching the Superbowl in Venice is that somehow half of New York seems to be there watching it with you. Hannah and I were, I think, the only people at the bar who were cheering for the Patriots, and when Hannah wimped out at halftime, it left me to be the sole subject of ridicule in the place. I got out of there pretty quickly after the game, anyway. The funnier thing happens when you meet the most obnoxious New Yorker you’ve ever seen while in Venice. There was one particular woman there who was an absolute caricature, and when I wasn’t trying to ignore her general ear slipttingness, I have to admit I found her just a tad bit endearing.

So now we’re left to sob over the Patriots and the lack of football in general. In better news, I heard that the Red Sox truck full of spring training gear left Fenway Park for Florida the other day. I’m hoping to watch some Sox/Yankees games from here.