Tomz Tipz


Homeland Security Director Tom Ridge announced his Operation Ready to put some focus on the home front preparations for Bad Things.  They’re mostly common-sense:  Have an Emergency Kit, Water, Medicines, First Aid Kit, battery-powered radio and spare batteries, food and the rest of the things we’ve been told we need in our houses at all times.  Except Tom Ridge missed a few things:

A can opener:  Nothing like being trapped in your personal bunker for a week, with cans of food and nothing stronger than a #2 pencil to open the tins.

Liquor: Face it, with the Apocalypse happening outside, you’ll need a drink or two to settle your nerves.  Should it be single-malt? Wine?  Beer? What about mix and garnish?  If we’re going to stay in the bunker, we DO need bar snacks, don’t we?

A screened off area for some kind of Porta-Potty.  After all, if the whole family is squeezed into the bunker, do you want to watch Aunt Esther taking a dump after the fourth day of the MexiCasa Dried Habanero Dip?  I think an air-freshener might be good too.

Swim fins.  Kids don’t go anywhere without swim fins.  Just look at the television commercials, all kids have swim fins for the hotel pool.  Don’t tell the kids we’re all going into the bunker, just tell them we’re playing ‘vacation’ in the ‘basement hotel’.

Digital Cable.  You have to keep up with the devastation and CNN just gives you the American perspective.  BBC World Service is on Digital Cable, hence, you must have Digital Cable.

A comfy sofa.  If we learned nothing from the September 11th terror attacks, sitting on the sofa for two solid days with your mouth open, unblinking and uncomprehending, is that good seating is imperative for Back Health.  And since you’ll have to dig out of your bunker when it all settles out, you should take care of your back.

The Seinfeld “The Contest” Episode.  Laughter is always the best medicine, so says Reader’s Digest.  Laughing while your lungs melt should ease the tension of the End of Days.  Get a VCR to go with the Digital Cable.

A Wal-Mart.  You’ll need jumbo bags of Reese’s Pieces to keep the kids quiet when they find out the ‘vacation in the basement hotel’ doesn’t have a pool, Nintendo, or a PlaySpace.  Only Wal-Mart has the volume pricing you’ll need.  After all, it’s going to take some money to rebuild your life after utter devastation of the planet, so save a buck or two now and top up your 401(k) or RRSP.

A guitar.  Singing Cum-By-Yah with the family around the fires of Damnation is so much better with accompaniment.

Guns.  Lots of Guns.  And ammunition. Lots of ammunition.

Tom Ridge’s personal phone number, or the iPaq with the lawyers on speed-dial.  After all, if Tom didn’t tell you all the things you should have in your bunker, you should sue him.

Groundswell


Today is the international day of Peace Protest.  Perfectly fine, as membership in some kind of democracy involves some rights and obligations. To wit:

1.  Vote.  Voting is the essential keystone of democracy.  Majority rules, even in Florida.  Mark your X, have your say, win graciously, lose graciously.  Those who do not vote are not entitled to or engage in any of the other rights and obligations. Even if you have to hold your nose to do it, vote.

2. Listen.  Your elected representative is exactly that:  YOURS.  You own him or her and if they forget that little point, remind them.  Sometimes listening to the elected representative will tell you more about their stand and how it either matches with yours, or deviates from yours.

3. Think.  After you have heard someone speak, be it the government or someone with a contrary opinion, let it sink in.  Does their position make sense to you?  Is it sane, rational, or delusional?  Is it backed up by facts that you can check, or just ‘they say’ assumptions. 

4. Speak.  You are entitled to complain about governance. If you are not heard from then your silence is considered acceptance. Speaking, even in a forum as obscure as RoadDave is perfectly acceptable as it gives others something to think about.  They might not agree with you, but listening and thinking about what you say may, or may not convince them of your point of view.

The reason I’ve listed these four, simple, points is this:  Raytheon Presents The Gulf War II, brought to you by Lockheed-Martin (c) looks like it is going to happen, regardless of what Hans Blix and the Hot Licks has to say.  My position has always been War is Bad.  But if you’re going to fight, do it hard, nasty and fast, come First, then go home.

Other people and organizations do not share my point of view.  However, this list forces an obligation on both sides of the argument.  You must let those who do not agree have their say and listen to them. 

Don’t automatically call someone who thinks further inspections are a waste of time or the only path to peace, a hawk or dove or war-monger, or ostrich.  This means no detention camps for peaceniks or fighters.  After the decision is made, in whichever direction it goes, we all pull together.  We’ve had our say, we’ve listened and now we act together.

Jacko The Wacko


I did the unseemly thing last night.  I watched Dateline on NBC replay the Martin Bashir interview with Michael Jackson. 

Just so you know, Martin Bashir is the ink-stained wretch who did the interview the Diana Princess of Wales just about a year before her death.  He works for Granada TV in the UK and is essentially, the heir to the Sir David Frost legacy of solid, investigative, journalistic interviews.  He’s good and he’s honest and he’s truthful.  Martin Bashir’s credentials are solid.

Mr. Jackson, on the other gloved hand, is a celebrity, self-proclaimed King of Pop, Protector of Children, and Role Model for The World.

It was fun watching someone commit career suicide for two hours.  It wasn’t Martin Bashir who fell on his sword.  Jacko basically shot himself in prime time, then bled all over the place.  The usual celebrity fibs were in place and that is an accepted practice today that we will let slide.

The real dangerous part of the whole show was that Jacko let his mouth run.  He came across, to my opinion, as an unwell person.  In his defense, he’s been a ‘celebrity’ since he was about six years old, had some less than ideal family experiences and lives in a celebrity/fame/fortune bubble of security, PR and fears that we can’t always know or understand.

But Holy Mother of Pearl, if he was anyone other than Jacko, he’d be under what is called, a Lieutenant Governor’s Warrant:  Meaning locked up in the Penatanguishine Psychiatric Hospital “until the pleasure of the Lieutenant Governor is known”  Essentially, forever, as an incurable mental patient, dangerous to society.

Face aside (and I am willing to cut him some slack with the pigment stuff and the broken nose that was repaired) his words and ideas are those of someone who has lost touch with reality and has enough money to do whatever the hell he wants.  This wealth gives him the label of ‘eccentric’. 

If you or I devoted out lives to creating an amusement park in the back yard, having sleepovers with children and talking about the innocence of children being the basis for World Peace, then the label we would get is ‘insane’.

All that was really missing was Jacko admitting that there is a special radio station telling him to Love Children For World Peace and Elvis saying he’s glad Jacko ‘ain’t shankin’ his lil’ girl no more’. 

Had Jacko admitted to the Special Radio Station, then the powers that be would be almost certainly required to come by with the big net and the happy truck.  But, wisely, he stayed just this side of the line thanks to the layers of hangers-on, legal eagles and image stylists who drink from the same water fountain as Jacko.

Will Jacko ever do another “Thriller” or “Bad”?  Probably not, he’s seeing the effects of time on his talents and moves.  Which is sad, as both the aforementioned albums were very good, but the knees give out and the pipes give up over time, even with the best of the best.

Colin Does His Thing


Watched the Colin Powell, “Live At The UN” Show on CNN… 

No music, no dancing, no jokes, no laser light show, no confetti cannons, no Silly String or appearances by J. Lo. and Ben Affleck.  Just some talking head, some photos and some graphics.  A merely OK PowerPoint show, but that was about it.

Oh, he also did the evidence thing on Iraq.  Looks convincing enough. 

There will always be a percentage that think all this is a Conspiracy by the same folks who offed JFK, run the Black Helicopters near Area 51, control the Monetary Supply from Zurich, manipulate Oil Prices, change newspaper headlines after the fact and make sure that any UFO photos are suppressed along with the mystery device that allows cars to get 100 miles per gallon on plain tap water.

I’m putting my 2 cents worth on Feb 14.  Ramadan ends at sunset on the 13th of Feb.  This is not good.  Marylou will upset as Feb 14th is her birthday, so Geo W Little Tree and General Tommy Weiners might reconsider the date. 

Move it to the 15th, if only to make sure everything lights off on a Saturday.  Better for traffic, as most folks are at home.

Evidence? Oh..well…


With the Gulf War (Raytheon Presents: The Gulf War II Brought To You By Lockheed-Martin (c)) sequel overshadowed by Columbia breaking up on re-entry, the American Administration has bought some time to come up with the goods.  By the goods, I mean the convincing evidence that Iraq is hiding their candy.

As most have seen, the backing for the war is not 100%: There are people who think its not a done deal, as is their right in a democracy.  They want to see the goods.

They want to see Colin Powell or Gen. Tommy Franks up on the stage with Ari (Mister Friendly) Fleischer with some pictures of Saddam Hussein standing next to a Scud missile, personally loading it up with nerve gas and radioactive waste, to fire off at Israel, Kuwait and France.  I suspect that even if such a picture existed, such level of evidence would still not convince a small percentage.  I can live with that percentage. 

Even in such a screwed up time as the Bay of Pigs CIA invasion of Cuba and the whole Cuban Missal Crisis (circa 1961-1962) the Administration put up the pictures from U-2 flights showing the launchers and missiles being loaded into Cuba.  “Here’s the Goods.  See this?  Bad Thing.”  The polloi bought in.  Castro Bad.  Missiles Bad.  Kick Their Ass.

The same should hold true for Raytheon Presents: The Gulf War II Brought To You By Lockheed-Martin (c).  Show us the goods.  Tell us what the hell we’re looking at and we’ll go along in all likelihood.  It is patently obvious to anyone with even minimum mental skills (Congress, Parliament) that Saddam Hussein is a bad guy.  But being a Bad Guy is not quite enough to get your ass kicked.

If the US has information that puts the lock on it, show it.  It doesn’t even have to hold up to Lance Ito-Johnny Cochrane kind of rules of evidence (Yak think?  Sure..it’s in, babe) but just has to be obvious enough that the average person can say ‘Uh-Huh.”

Then we can Let Slip The Dogs Of War with all that entails.

Shuttle Clutter


For those who are not Space Cases (meaning fans of the whole Space Industry) here is a bit of a primer on the Shuttle.

The Shuttle is not that big.  Sort of the size of a DC-9/MD-11 airliner, except fatter through the middle where the payload bay and Canadarm are, but basically DC-9 sized.  There are plenty of other aircraft around that are significantly bigger.

The Shuttle and for that matter the International Space Station or any other satellite, have to be going around 17,400 miles an hour to stay in orbit.  That’s the same speed as the Earth spins at, so less than that speed, it falls, more than that, it goes further away.

The S-turns Columbia was performing when it came apart are perfectly normal.  An S-turn increases the drag of the Shuttle to what little atmosphere is there and slows it down.  If the Shuttle doesn’t slow down, the runway would have to be Arizona and New Mexico.

The Shuttle does not have engines like an airplane when it lands.  The whole thing is a big glider when it comes back to Earth.  However, computers can and do control all the landing flying.  The pilot of the Shuttle can take over, but the only time they really get involved is after the Shuttle is over the end of the runway, the last 30 feet or so of landing. 

Landing an airplane without engines running is called a dead-stick landing and is part of every pilot’s training.  Shuttle pilots train incessantly in landing because without an engine, you only get one shot at landing, which is also why the Shuttle lands quickly, moving more than 250 miles an hour at the end of the runway as it comes in.  This gives them lift from the Shuttle wings and body, rather than falling like a brick. 

Gliders do this too: you dive at the end of the runway to pick up speed, to have lift, to land gently.  A 747-400 Best Glide speed is 163 knots, meaning, yes, you can land a 747 without engines in an emergency as long as the forward speed is more than 163 knots the wings give you lift. 

The problem comes in the big S-turns to slow down the Shuttle.  Going so fast, what little air there is, creates friction and heat.  As an example, the Concorde, grows almost 2 inches as it flies.  That is the heat of the air going over the airplane at speed and altitude and is perfectly normal.

The tiles on the outside of the Shuttle are designed to reflect and dissipate that extreme heat.  These tiles aren’t installed by some guy named Gino singing Italian love songs and smoking a cigarette while laying up the tiles.  Each tile is unique, custom manufactured to fit one specific area of the outside of the shuttle.  The tiles can handle more than 2800 degree heat with no big problem. 

The risky bit is the Shuttle, although covered with these tiles, is made of aluminum, some of it not much thicker than the side of a can of Diet Coke.  And this is the way the vast majority of airplanes are made.  Thin aluminum, riveted, glued and bonded together.  Very strong and very light, but put a disposable aluminum pie plate on the stove at home and see it burn and melt and stink something fierce.  Lots of heat and aluminum is a bad thing, which is why the tiles are on the outside of the Shuttle.

Tiles do fall off the Shuttle on every flight.  A few failures are fine, as long as they are not too many in one place.  Each tile has a service life and a service history.  NASA knows everything about every component on the Shuttle, right down to the casting lot and who has ever touched a part of the Shuttle. 

For instance, to change the toilet paper in the lavatory, they don’t just jam a roll of Charmin in there.  The bum wad is custom manufactured for NASA.  They know the content of various fibres, what plant made it, what chemicals were used to make it, when it was made, what packaging went around it, who and what is in the packaging, when it was shipped, by whom, in what truck, what treatment was done to the paper for space use, how many fibres are loose if the sheet is tossed around, or used to blow your nose and so on.  Then, to swap out some paper, there is a written procedure for the technician, who is observed by his supervisor, who then inspects the work, signs it off and turns it over to a second or third team who inspect and check and then check again. 

The joke is, when the stack of paperwork is the same height as the Shuttle, it’s probably ready to fly. 

Could someone sneak a bomb onboard to kill the Israeli astronaut?  Almost impossible.  NASA knows who made the ink in the pens they use, so a stray box that had not been inspected, inside and out, by dozens of people, is not going to happen.  NASA knows.

There is, as best I can tell, no ‘black box’ on the Shuttle.  The whole Johnson Space Center in Houston is the black box. 

I figure about 2/3rds of the radio bandwidth from the Shuttle to Earth is taken up with telemetry.  Everything is measured, constantly, to make sure its working properly.  There are people at the JSC who do nothing but monitor the status of the lights in the lavatory.  Is it burnt out?  Does it work?  Is it overheating?  Does the circuit breaker have any problems? Will it work when needed?  Is it on now? Is it going to turn off properly?. 

This is why the last message from Columbia was about tire pressures.  Houston was checking the pressure in the Michelins to make sure they wouldn’t land on a flat.  If there was a flat, they’d all know about it as it lost pressure in orbit and have procedures for landing with a flat. The default response to anything abnormal is STOP.

Columbia went through a major overhaul in 2000.  This meant the Shuttle was completely taken apart and everything was x-rayed, tested, tapped and blessed.  In aviation this is called a D-Check, where the airplane is torn down to bare metal and inspected up the wazoo for anything even slightly bad, tired, worn out, or just marginal, then fixed, replaced, or given a bath and cleaned up.  Again, everything is signed off, then checked again and again and again then signed off again.  Then audited.

The Shuttle is also a brew of bad chemistry.  Hydrazine, Peroxide, Kerosene, Liquid Oxygen and so on.  These bad chemicals are needed to provide electricity, oxygen, water, rocket thrust and so on for the Shuttle.  NASA knows how to manage these bad things in space and on the ground, but there is still the concept that is core to space flight:  Acceptable Risk.

We take an Acceptable Risk every day.  Gasoline, in liquid form, is dangerous, but you can toss lit matches in a pool of gasoline with little or no problem, aside from stupidity.  Gasoline vapours are the really bad thing.  Toss a lit match in an old car gas tank and it will fly about 20 feet in the air.  If you’ve ever been to the drycleaner, your clothes have been subjected to PERC, perclorethane, or dry cleaning fluid.  PERC is highly flammable, probably carcinogenic and smells horrid.  We still drive around with 43 liters of flammable Regular Unleaded and look snappy when we go out in our dry cleaned dress up duds.

NASA is the Master at Acceptable Risk.  We don’t know, yet, why the Shuttle came apart, but we will in time.  It could be because of thousands of little things all combining at one point in time and space just stacked the cards the wrong way.  In crash investigation, its called the Golden Nugget.  The trick is to find it, document it and figure out how to never have it happen again. 

Give it time and they’ll find it. It could be very complex, or it could be something as simple as Columbia hit a little piece of space junk a week and a half ago that nobody knew about.  They’ll find it.

Shuttle


Looks like the Space Shuttle has blown up on re-entry over Texas.

The last fifteen minutes, everyone on board was probably excited about the prospect of getting home after sixteen days of intensive work.  Then something went wrong.  Seeing multiple radar reflects means the thing came apart, perhaps on re-entry.  We’ll find out later but right now, its not looking good.

Marylou had a point as watched CNN.  We forget that the space program is full of grisly potential for death.  We’ve come to look at it as commonplace as driving the car.  Perhaps these are more heroic people than firefighters and police.  They knew all the dangers and trained for all the potential things that could go wrong, taking the risks as part of the job.

A very sad day and a very noble day.  They gave their lives for the advancement of science.  Just as important as giving their lives for freedom.

Ted’s Excellent Adventure


Ted Turner, often headlined as the mercurial Ted Turner, resigned from AOL/Time Warner today.  He founded CNN, married Jane Fonda, merged his company with Steve Chase’s AOL, then bought Time Warner, divorced Jane Fonda and today, got the hell out of Dodge on the day that AOL/TW posted the largest loss ever in Corporate America.

The stock folks thought that AOL/TW would be the ultimate media synergy of Warner Bros. films, Time/Life news and mags, AOL’s online ownership of souls and CNN’s jack into the back of the rest of the world’s head as a news source of record.

It turned out that it had AOL’s fiscal management, Warner Bros. news gathering skill, Time Inc.’s personality and CNN as some sort of third arm grafted onto the forehead dangling in space, grasping at Gerry Levin’s stray eyebrow hairs.

The concept of media synergy is not a bad one.  Own the creation of news and entertainment, own the pipe(s) and own the presses.  Cross-plug the shit out of anything the other arms do to the point of ignoring any other competitor.  So far, the media synergy thang has eluded the best minds. 

MSNBC is, if not a dismal failure, at least as enjoyable as watching gelatine firm up.  The Fox Networks have no internet presence.  Sony Pictures/Columbia just do hardware and software, owning a smattering of cable companies.  AOL/TW was supposed to be it and it ain’t.

Ideally, you would want something like AT&T, who owns gobs of pipes for phones and cable, cross-bred with Time Inc. or Gannett (USA Today) who know how to feed the news monster, and a Fox type network (no shame and big balls) paired with a string of internet portals, like Google and Yahoo and MSN with some slate.com and Earthlink.  Notice the internet side of the house.  More than one ‘brand’.  Make them compete like wet cats in a sack.  Fight like insane clowns with unlimited access to a tree chipper.

Could that produce a media synergy giant?  Quite possibly.  Add a studio, like New Line or Sony, a cell phone manufacturer, like Nokia and the new giant could be the only source for news, entertainment, communications and online porn.  Buy ads on one arm and you get ads everywhere.  Then sell the whole freakin’ thing to GM who wants desperately out of the car business and you’ve got a winner for business.

Not for us, who will be getting a dozen CD’s with our cars and five more blown in each day with our newspaper.  Oh and popup ads on our cellphones.  At this point media synergy will reach critical mass.  The Mass will go and find the media and be very critical, along the lines of ‘shove it where the sun don’t shine’.

We like our media fragmented, so we get what seems like objective reporting and differing points of view.  Rogers Inc. here in Canada, owns a huge whack of cable companies, AT&T, a ton of radio stations and probably your next door neighbour.  The National Post owns everything else, while BellGlobeMedia has TV tied up tight. Essentially, three companies tell us what to think, buy and feel.

Our exception is the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation.  In American terms, CBC is a less socialist NPR and PBS, but with ads.  Which means you don’t get the strap-the-rat-cage-on-my-head Pledge Week.  The CBC is not allowed to own cable companies, bookstores, or cellular carriers. 

The Corp. (CBC) usually performs its job as a critic of the government and observer of the human condition with a fair amount of objectivity, patterned more on the BBC line of reporting the news, rather than tarting it up in a leather bra for ratings (“Five dead in Lackawanna…tape at Ten!).  It covers sports well enough if you like hockey, fancy skating, curling and show jumping.

Is media synergy doable?  Not in a way that we’d like.  But someone else is going to try.  It just won’t be Excellent Ted.

Hans Blix and The Hot Licks


The UN Weapons Inspectors didn’t find any weapons of mass destruction.  Big surprise there, although they can ramble more or less wherever they want, the Blue Hat Crew is closely supervised by minders who are in constant radio contact with Saddam’s head office. 

Saddam, not being stupid, merely evil, doesn’t leave his bad things out in the rain.  There are no big buildings marked “Mass Destruction Weapons Factory #12” in downtown Bagdad.  The stuff is spread out, repackaged and hidden in other things that make up a civic infrastructure, like power plants, water filtration works, machine shops and the like.  Incidentally, Iraq is about 3/4 desert, which makes hiding things easy in a big sandbox outside the built up areas. 

As an example, CFB Carp (Canadian Forces Base) outside of Ottawa was essentially unknown to everyone in Ottawa for years.  Same with the CFB Perth and a couple of others.  Even in a full blown Parliamentary democracy, with freedom of he press and the other stuff, very, very, very few people knew that there were full blown nuclear bomb proof bunkers around Ottawa as well as some very good electronic listening posts sniffing the airwaves.  Therefore, in a dictatorship, with absolute control over essentially everything, can you hide stuff you don’t want people to find?

The downside here is that the US is a full-blown democracy, with freedom of the press.  The media has been reporting troop movements rather well, in their quest to have the best, most up to date information.  The media has also been doing a good job of postulating how things might go down, some of it wildly speculative, and some dead on the money. Does Saddam need to put more spies into Kuwait and Qatar to see how things are building up?  He’s only got to turn on Cable 33 and watch CNN.

I’m not going to say we should restrict the media, as I believe a free and unfettered media is a good thing.  But I also believe that the military should ask the media, nicely, to shut the fuck up.  The media will go along with it mostly and be more discreet in its reporting. 

The other step from the military is to stop giving press conferences:  “We’re not talking about it. It is a Secret. Shut The Fuck Up.” should be the only response from any military person either here or there at least until the manure and the ventilator come together.

Now, I trust the military, a bit.  And I trust the media, a bit.  The task is to kick Saddam out and he doesn’t need the information as to how and when and where we’re going to do it, handed to him on a silver platter.  I am willing to see the media cut out of the loop of information right now to keep from telling that armed nutbar how we’re doing on getting ready to hoof him one up the backside.

I know that seems contradictory, but the cost of a free media right now will be measured in human lives in a few weeks.  As far as I’m concerned, one soldier’s life is worth all the Conrad Blacks, Izzy Aspers, Ted Turners and Rupert Murdochs in pursuit of ratings and circulation numbers and media ‘glory’ of having the story first.

I can live with that contradiction just fine thanks.  We’re going to war.  That is a terrible thing and I don’t like it.  But if we’re going to go, let’s not panty-waist around.  Go.  Do.  Win.  Come home.

Stick And Ball


I admit to not being a fan of stick and ball sports.  I can watch them, as I have the essential knowledge of how most are played, although I do admit scoring in Cricket does perplex me.

I have played some of the more popular ones at some time in my life, including, ice hockey, street hockey, North American football, European football, rugby, baseball and softball.  I have taken up arms and played lacrosse twice, table tennis, lawn tennis, badminton, squash, basketball, curling and even was a member of the team that held the record for the longest single continuous (1974, 110 hours) volleyball game. 

I have even enjoyed golf from time to time. 

So, my sports credentials do cover a reasonable range of the leagued-up, televised, endorsement-fuelled recreations that feature good motor skills, physical endurance, strategy and team dynamics.  The Super Bowl is none of these. 

Leaving the hype aside, American football has stopped being important to anyone except sports bettors.  The game seems to be tertiary to the show.  Same with ice hockey, you go to see a bloody bare-knuckles fight by a bunch of guys on a slippery surface, when, pow, they start playing hockey?  Talk about buzz-kill.

At the current rate of hype, the Super Bowl will be played in a park near Tupelo Mississippi and the television coverage will occasionally pop out to see the game.  The rest of the five hour broadcast will be in a huge stadium in Anaheim, featuring Celine Dion, Brittney Spears, Maya Anjelou and Brad Pitt singing the National Anthem. 

There will be fireworks, 12-storey inflatable Flintstones characters, massed marching bands creating patterns on the field, commercials ranging from Ozzy and Fozzy for long distance, to the Budweiser Clydesdales standing on their back legs in a bar, trying to hustle some mares. 

There will be a flypast of military jets and everyone will be asked to hold their seat cushion over their head to form an American Flag for the Service Men and Women, while the Goodyear blimp takes a picture of it and sends it by satellite to those in Kandahar.

There will be at least one shirtless, morbidly obese man, painted blue with the logo of one of the teams on his chest and face.  Naturally, there will be the “John 3:16” guy there as well as the obligatory “Hi Mom” sign waver with his friend the Big Foam Finger Fellow.

After two hours or so of this, the networks will cut away to the actual game in Tupelo, where the score is still 3-3 after one of the players fell down and skinned his knee.  An opposing player had to go home because he got a nosebleed and its time for his ADHD medication.  Oh, and Mom is making chicken tonight, so I don’t want to miss dinner, besides, the street lights are coming on, so its time to go home.

Everyone will leave sated and satisfied that they had seen the best Super Bowl ever, talking over the commercials, the singers, dancers, fireworks and marching band hijinks for the next week.  Much money will change hands as office pools and other bettors pay up, or pay off, or weasel out. 

In other words, its not the game, it is the hype that makes the Super Bowl what it thinks it is.  At its core, the game is immaterial to all but the players.  The rest of it is a parade float to give a child’s game the status the networks demand.  Reality is we’re watching a gigantic sideshow without going into the big tent.