"Best Super Bowl ever!" Over a week later, we just can't stop saying it here in the Pacific Wonderland. From shaky beginnings in 1976 until about five years ago, the Seahawks were pretty much the Merry Pranksters of pro ball. With nothing to lose, they laid it all on the line, all the time, usually with wildly entertaining but ultimately regrettable results. So to wake up today and realize our guys are World Champions is akin to the SGE squirrels and toolboxes being declared the next Beatles. Please excuse us for savoring a moment that is now officially over. But we just can't help ourselves!
In the dark chasm between the Super Bowl and the Winternationals lurked an awkward five day intermission. A time to flip on our internal battery chargers in hopes of buzzing down the Super Bowl hangover in preparation for cracking open the drag race adrenaline valve. NBC Sports rhetoric trumpeted, "All eyes are on Sochi", but everyone I knew in Sochi had their radar set on Pomona, California, knowing that whether we witnessed the resurrection or the utter face-plant of Goliath on Parker Avenue, someones prayers would be answered long before any Wallys were hoisted. My money was on ESPN2 to snatch the Most Prayers Answered award (assuming they got paid). Who saw whom coming here? NHRA presented a somewhat improved show, ESPN juggled time slots and channels with a ruthless glee, but most of the fans were able to follow most of the action. SGE rating: A solid 1% improvement over last season. Read that however you want.
For many, the Super Bowl and Winternationals were welcome distractions from the welcome stresses of participating in the Grand National Roadster Show. Alas, at press time, we still have no updates on the condition of judging coordinator Vic Cunningham, nor the AMBR contender who drove over him. But while recuperating from their own ordeals, some SGE friends sent in snapshots of their GNRS adventures...
Author Jim Lindsay signed and sold "quite a few" books at the GNRS, raising "quite a few" dollars to fund his Modified Roadster land speed quest and his insatiable lust for In and Out burgers. (Photo by Jim Lindsay)
Kaylen again, power lounging with Scott Andrews (at left) and dad Tom, in the SCTA display (the social vortex of the event). Why should you care? The GNRS is but one stop on Kaylen's global quest to interview every female landspeed racer for her movie on the topic. She's really 15, really well spoken, and Tom is really the world's greatest dad. Really. (Photographer unknown)
OTHER INTERMISSION ACTIVITIES
STILL NO CURE FOR THE WINTERTIME BLUES
So far, the Winter Olympics have been entertaining. We only wish it were televised. We're referring, of course, to the XVLIII New York City Puddle Jumping Olympics, submitted by Motormouth Ray hisself, in New York itself. The pride and inspiration that these amazing athletes instilled in Ray resulted in his first trip to the mailbox in weeks (in robe and slippers, but still...).
In retrospect, my personal favorite aspect of the winter media binge had to be the intermission. Obsessing over AMBR competition, Super Bowl odds and ESPN trickery completely exhausted me. Consequently, not a damn bit of work was accomplished on this blog. So in lieu of actual content, we hereby present some stories we hope to get around to doing, eventually. Good luck reading the following captions without hearing that guy's voice intoning, "In a world..."
Regretful for missing the GNRS (I'm a notorious show hater, but missed seeing old friends there), I atoned by attending last weekend's Southern Oregon Rod and Custom Show here in Medford, Oregon.
SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX