Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

Just a couple of random thoughts, as I get the blood moving:

Super Bowl's tonight. More avocadoes will be eaten today than on any other day of the year. Mostly in the form of guacamole. Now, I realize my circle of people I know is probably not representative of the greater population. But when asking yesterday, I couldn't find ONE person who liked guacamole.

I don't like it, either. This casa won't be adding to the billions of pounds of guacamole form avacadoes eaten. And there's not a thing you can do to make us.

Super Bowl Prediction?

Any time I've gone on record predicting something, it's almost assured that the opposite will happen.

Nevertheless.

I'm thinking the Patriots will win, and fairly easily at that. Maybe not a trouncing, but I think New England will have the game firmly in hand from the get-go. Final score? Something like 27-14.

That's all I got. I'm trying to write while watching Soul of the Game. It's an old TV movie about Satchel Paige, Josh Gibson and Jackie Robinson trying to make their way from the Negro Leagues to the Majors. I remember hearing about this one when it first aired, but I missed watching it. In the eight years since, it kinda faded from my memory. It came up on Netflix when I was looking for something else, and it's been floating around my queue for a couple or three months.

It's interesting. No real complaints, except that everything in the movie is SO crisp and clean. And it's all little things. Locker rooms look too clean, too unused. Almost as if they were built for a movie.....or something. All the gloves the players use? They look barely broken in. The WW2 era cars are all shiny, in absolutely pristine condition. No dents or signs of wear and tear that you see in your normal every day cars....

I don't know what length you go to on a TV movie, with a TV movie budget, just for the sake of verisimilitude.