As I write, it’s the bottom of the fourth quarter, with Denver’s quarterback having allowed 4 turnovers, and Pittsburgh having a happy, soon to be victorious, romp. Peter thinks this is a significant event. Buck and I don’t understand that, but we accept it, as any parent must.
Here in Boulder, the bars which do not have several televisions set up are closed — or at least the ones I just passed. I will sit here quietly on my couch and contemplate the organized sports of the Roman Empire. I suppose that a good part of football is that nobody is expected to be killed during a game.