I think the guys in the black jerseys won....

When we launched the new (and oh so fabulous) 1560thegame.com, I was supposed to begin writing my blog directly on the website. That was the idea at least.

We tried, we failed, and now I crawl back to blogspot like an old man who still buys cds because he can't figure out the Ipod his kid gave him two Christmases ago.

Since you haven't heard from me in a while, I won't discuss the Rockets on this particular post. If I did, you'd probably find my criticisms unreasonably harsh, and you'd probably be right. But you can all relate to the frustration of watching the Rockets stumble through games and blow fourth quarter leads. It pisses you off, right? Well then imagine how pissed off you'd be if you were in Europe and were following the game at 4 am instead of sleeping. That's me. Just keep that in mind.

I'd imagine that most of you thoroughly enjoyed this years Super Bowl. So did I, however I will say that the game is considerably less interesting at 4 am than it would have been at 10 pm. I'm in Geneva (which is in Switzerland....). Here in Europe, the majority of the populous doesn't give a damn about [American] football. But I did manage to find an English pub (Mr. Pickwick's) willing to stay open all night and make money on the "stupid Americans."

I showed up at the bar at around 11:30 pm our time (4 30 pm) and was pleased to find a rather well lubricated crowd of American folks happily drinking overpriced pints of beer and generally reveling the fact that everyone around them didn't secretly (or in the case of the French, not always so secretly) resent their nationality. Personally, I was simply pleased to be in the company of people that spoke English. Anyway, I got a beer and successfully managed to get downstairs without being hit by an errant dart thrown by some drunk wearing a Jeff George Washington Redskins jersey and I found a seat next to some British guy (side note, upon my asking him if he liked American football, he responded in a perfectly awesome British accent "I like beer and American women"...love the Brits).

After spending roughly 10 minutes simply being fascinated by the completely random group of people gathered together for the mother of all American sporting events, I turned my attention to the television...where the "Sky Sports" pregame show was playing out in front of me. It was at this point when I realized it was going to be a long night. Sky's analysts included some guy that might have played football at one point in his life who sort of looked liked James Brown, some guy that allegedly once played quarterback for the Washington Redskins (the key word being "allegedly" and rounding out the all star team, some British guy. After seeing this all star crew, my British friend turned to me and asked (referring to the former Redskin quarterback) "who the hell is that bloke, I've never heard of him." Yep And when I asked who the British guy was, he responded "he covers Rugby normally."

Right before kickoff, Sky explained that we would be able to select our announcers. We could have the Michaels/Madden team, or two British guys that neither I, nor my British friends had ever heard of. I never thought I'd say this, but thank God we got Michaels and Madden. I thought things might look up from there and I might be able to salvage a normal Super Bowl experience out of the evening but it was simply not meant to be. Sky couldn't fill the copious amounts of advertising time and as a result, while everyone in the states watched really expensive commercials, I had to listen to some British guy who covers Rugby, some guy that might have played for the Redskins, and some James Brown wannabe talk about football.

At 3am some relatively attractive Irish lady bought me a drink.

At 3 15, pretty much everyone left.

At 4 am, I started playing darts to stay awake.

At roughly 5am, Santonio Holmes caught a pass. Because of this catch, the game ended, and I got to go home and go to bed.

No wonder no one in Europe follows the NFL.