Super Bowl prediction: Patrick Willis will have smelly pee.
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By SF comedian Sean Keane.
I also blog at:
Sean Keane Comedy
NBA Off-Season
MLB Off-Season
NFL Off-Season
The World's Game
And my web series is "Elevator To Space"
49er fans celebrate their Super Bowl XVI victory at the intersection of 18th Street & Castro. Once again, IN YOUR FACE, CHRIS CULLIVER!
(Source: sfgate.com)
Isn’t this a lot more fun than breaking a bus windshield and setting it on fire, San Francisco?
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This was the halftime entertainment the last time the 49ers won the Super Bowl.
Non-fan Nato’s Guide to Super Bowl Rioting
My friend Nato Green does not enjoy or understand sports, as seen in this video. If he says anything about a pigskin, he’s definitely talking about chicharrones, and if he mentions “foot ball,” it’s probably in reference to some activity he witnessed at the Power Exchange. Nonetheless, he’s written a progressive guide to Super Bowl rioting in SF on the Rumpus. Key pieces of advice:
- When flipping a car, lift with the knees, not the back. If you have any chronic pain or injuries that limit your ability to flip a car, try instead flipping a Vespa, Fiat, Segway, or fixed-gear bike. We riot in a manner inclusive of people with disabilities.
- If you must destroy property, make sure it warrants destruction. For example, leave the busted Corolla on Duboce alone and destroy a shiny SUV taking up two compact parking spaces. Don’t smash up local business or taxpayer-funded public assets like buses. Don’t trash your ride home. On the other hand, no one will cry if a foreclosure-happy bank gets a comeuppance.
- On this day only, when someone shouts, “Who’s got it better than us?” the answer is not, “The 1%!”
Take your hats off everyone. Except you, Aldon Smith. You, leave your hat on.
As a Ravens fan I am terrified by how much these guys enjoy being around each other. What a team environment.
The most underrated subplot of the Super Bowl is Aldon Smith’s agreement/bet with Michael Crabtree about not cutting their hair until they win a Super Bowl. I don’t think Aldon looks too bad, but judging by the reaction of his teammates, he’s got a LOT to play for on Sunday.
Eddie DeBartolo talks to Bill Clinton after Super Bowl XXIX. Just two winners who sometimes had too good of a time. Who are we to judge? Public opinion has turned around for Bill; it’s time for Eddie D to be forgiven and get inducted into the Hall of Fame.
Special cameo appearances by Brent Musberger, Carmen Policy, and some of the finest examples of disastrous mid-90s necktie fashion you’ll ever see.
“I can’t say I’m like a diva. I’ve seen commercials where a guy … doesn’t eat a Snickers and turns into a diva because he’s hungry or something. I don’t know what a diva is. …”
Hall of Fame finalist Eddie DeBartolo celebrates in the final moments of Super Bowl XIX at Stanford. If he wins election to the Hall, Eddie D will be there in New Orleans on Sunday - and I have a feeling he’s going to show up anyway.
From Super Bowl XIX, a thorough domination of the Miami Dolphins by the 49ers. It’s the first football game I have a conscious memory of, and I watched the NFL Films VHS special of this game religiously. Besides the pre-game astronaut show (which I still think the NFL should bring back), my favorite memory of this game was the Voice-of-God narration by John Facenda of NFL Films. You all know the voice, deep and dramatic, who could make anything sound like an epic, life-or-death struggle.
This game was the perfect example of that. In a montage about the 49ers’ fearsome pass rush, he made James Taylor lyrics sound like a call to battle. Amid shot after shot of Dwaine Board and Manu Tuiasosopo drilling Dan Marino, Facenda intoned, “In the words of James Taylor, ‘Sweet dreams and flying machines, in PIECES on the GROUND.’” Laid-back adult contemporary music never felt as much like a death threat as it did in that moment.
Of course, James Taylor’s not as laid-back as people think.
