After catching the last quarter of the thrilling Patriots-Bronco game Saturday night by accident (thrilling that is unless you were a Patriot fan, in which case you know now the feeling we Rams fans had after Super Bowl 36 when the clearly superior team lost), I made a point of watching the two games on Sunday. Well, I caught the last quarter of the Colts-Steelers game and it too featured not just an improbable Rockyesque storyline, it had more reversals of fortune than any movie script would ever load up on.
After those two games, the Bears-Panthers game was anti-climactic, but my son and I watched while listening to the Phantom of the Opera which he downloaded from the iTunes store using the gift certificate Santa brought for Christmas. I could only watch that clunker as long as the music was on – closing my eyes and listening to the music of the night was the only way to let my spirit soar with that all too earthbound contest. The women of the family were clearly alarmed at this development, and kept telling us they thought we were not just the only men, but the only people in the world watching that football game while listening to Phantom of the Opera, or any musical score for that matter. I’m all in favor of watching TV while listening to good music; my father and I used to watch The Misadventures of Sheriff Lobo while listening to Beethoven.
