So Superbowl 38 was played in Houston on Sunday. There were parties everywhere. Even some aliens came down for the game. I'd been rooting for Carolina since I've been inadvertently following them because of Lex. Of course, thanks to Lee Ann I've been on top of the Patriots' season as well. I suppose one could say that it was going to be an interesting game against two teams that I know reasonably well and all that.

But really? Isn't the Superbowl a bit pase'? I mean geeze, this is #38... 41 if you count the AFL/NFL championships, I think. Ho hum.

I mean yeah, I didn't get to see the historic 85-yard touchdown pass, but who needs that when I'm stuck at work trying to solve The Mystery Of The Missing Tape Label (bum dum dummmmmmm)?!

I may have missed the last scramble of the game where the Patriots won by kicking a field goal in the closing seconds of the game, but I did get to fill out a Service Request for our broken intercom connection to the lower dumpster gate.

I may have missed a performance by Tom Brady that is drawing comparisons to Joe Montana, but I got monitor duty, where I could watch with fascination the janitor take a garbage sack, windsock it, and carefully line it around the trash can. Six times.

I may have missed the Superbowl parties, but my coworker and I did have a "gawd-do-we-hate-this-fraggin-company" party of our own.