Monday, February 06, 2006

Watched the first half of the Superbowl. Having taken several seconds to work out what number XL is, I thought it my duty. It seemed quite a close game up to the half, with both teams playing as badly as each other and both quarterbacks having quite difficult surnames to pronounce. There was a man called The Bus, this generation's The Fridge, no doubt, who was playing in his last game. There's some kind of "you wait forty years for a bus"-style joke in this but I can't be bothered to work out what it might be. Does anyone remember when Mick Luckhurst used to anchor C4s American Football coverage? He used to talk like a ventriloquist, but one that had forgotten to bring his dummy along with him. Gaby Logan's much better. Gary Imlach, a midget who first surfaced in the Luckhurst days, is still hanging in there I noticed. His first link was a good 'un. Lots of whispering and noises off before him and his sidekick appeared on screen. "There are no lights. No lights." Cut to Imlach in a booth at the stadium. It's pitch black. Then an arm moves mysteriously into shot and the lights return.

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