Super Bowl Sundae
There's a difficulty in that the freezing wind could give you frostbite but I evolve so much energy on the rises that I could comfortably ride naked. I'd like a thick coat and hat for the downhills and I'd prefer short pants and a little jersey for the uphills. I compromise by carrying a light wind jacket in my pannier and wearing a vest. Oh, to dream of rough winds shaking darling buds. Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
I prefer to root for the team representing the nicer place. Or -- this year -- the less unpleasant place. I went out biking in the mountains in subfreezing weather today but Green Bay gives me chills. That leaves Pittsburgh, which I understand is nicer than its reputation. I thought they gave a good performance.
Green Bay's defensive line was amazing. I thought the long hair guy or maybe the really big one was the MVP.
I ate greasy nachoes and drank root beer. I felt so authentic. Tourists should have come by to observe real American ritual event life.