Monday, February 06, 2006

Puppy Bowl II

I’m prepared to never watch the Super Bowl again.

It’s not that the game was boring or didn’t have a good underdog back story. I really enjoy having people over and eating lots of badness and drinking worse. I enjoy the commercials when they’re good.

However, the entirety of Super Bowl experience pales in comparison to the Puppy Bowl that was running for 12 hours on Animal Planet. Some brilliant staffers at Animal Planet decided they had nothing to lose other than dead air and took a bundle of puppies, some of fine lineage, some of adorable muttness, and dropped them into a large box done up like a football field.

Animal Planet then filmed a bundle of puppies running around in a box full of toys and other puppies. The end result is hypnotic. They go nuts, then get sleepy, then go nuts again. They move in herds towards the camera whenever it moves, snuffle it, lick it thoroughly, and go get a drink before some other fluffnugget of cuteness piles on top of them.

Last night we made fried calamari, homemade corn dogs, beer-battered onion rings, and homemade potato chips and washed it down with some donated homebrew with an alcohol content that skewed far north of Canadian Nunavut hooch, made it through the “people” game without getting too sucked in…

… and then we flipped over to Puppy Bowl II and I couldn’t move. The sink flooded from the myriad greasy implements soaking in it onto the floor and into the apartment downstairs and I didn’t care. If you’ve seen the movie Serenity, you understand what this level of calm is. It was the Pax.

Then the Kitty Halftime Show came on and the puppies were replaced with a handful of strung-out kittens that could smell dog on everything but were far too entranced with the tinsel stage dressing to care. I can’t describe it. It would take a poet.


Blogger Alcarwen said...

oh dear god. someone else actually DID watch the puppy bowl. and it was someone, i know?! someone i call my friend?!

the luck of puppy bowl is that it was still on from 1-3am when i got home from the polar bear plunge in rehoboth, de.

so instead of washing the frozen chunks of sand out of my hair, i remained trapped on the floor, gazing in awe at the puppyness.

that black lab could kick some puppy butt.

and oh yes, i will write a poem. just you wait.

i just need to find something that rhymes with bissel spot bot.

6:13 PM  

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