Since every club/bar/nightlife promoter in town is well aware of the fact that Barcelona is packed with American students (and that most Americans love to get trashed, and are hence a lucrative market to tap into), there were a number of bars and lounges holding festivities in honor of the big game. Unfortunately for me, I have a paper due tomorrow morning, as well as a group presentation (of which I was made aware a few hours ago) for the same class, so I opted to stay in while the rest of my apartment/building-mates went out. In the meantime, I decided I'd just watch the game the same way I had watched the last two playoff rounds, from my laptop (thank God for channelsurfing.net), figuring I'd hop on the metro and swing by a bar during halftime to catch the rest.
As usual, I neglected to take into account the fact that the metro closes at midnight. Given that kick off was scheduled for 12:30am over here, my plan never stood a chance, and instead I was stuck watching on the small screen. Fair enough, I thought, at least I get the chance to watch the game, right? Wrong. My connection has been exceptionally bad this past week and the host I was streaming the game from died on me before the end of the first half.
Thankfully, channelsurfing offered multiple streams for the game, one of which partially worked for me. Though the video was interrupted every 10-20 seconds, I was able to catch most of the key plays/replays, all the while listening to the radio broadcast through another channelsurfing stream (I had to run Firefox and IE simultaneously). I've always admired the abilities of color commentators to quickly and clearly detail every aspect of the game, but never as much as I did today, as I likely would've missed a ton of what was going on had it not been for the talents of Marv Albert and whoever his sidekick was.
Long story short, I got to hear the game in its entirety, and thankfully got to see most of the pivotal moments (touchdowns, turnovers, etc.). Not many people will be able to say they witnessed firsthand the defeat of the Anti-Christ, but thankfully I'll be one of the few. Although I hate to say it, it almost makes a 7-9 Bears season worthwhile...
Anyway, I have a paper and presentation due in a few hours, so that's it for me.
2 comments:
I never thought of channelsurfing.com, Usman! Because my TV reception is terrible, I nearly watched the game online, but couldn't find it available anywhere. Regardless, I watched most of the game. The entire time, I was anticipating the moment where the Patriots would fly ahead, or dreading the crucial moment when the Giants would falter. Even after the Burress TD, I was telling Brian that 35 seconds means nothing when playing the Patriots, and envisioned a deep TD pass to Moss, or a couple catches before a field goal, OT, and a Patriots victory.
In the end, though, couldn't express my joy. How sweet it is!
Ozzie, you're so resourceful. Question: What if you have daughters? Kareema Abdul-Jabbar, Hakeema Olajuwonna, and Plexica Burressa?
I have never been a football fan, but the madness here in NYC was quite contagious. While toiling away (fashion week owns me right now), I subconsciously judged outfits based on representation of team colors. I also couldn't help but hope that a team of victorious Giants would come crashing down the runway any second, scattering the models, scoring a touchdown at the end of the runway, and then striking a pose.
didn't happen :(
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