My Apologies To Everyone

My apologies to everyone. I did it again. Whenever the Super Bowl comes up, I think of one thing, Bill Murray’s monologue (as Hunter Thompson) in Where the Buffalo Roam about the Super Bowl. It’s a decent movie, though not great. The monologue is gold though. I can’t get enough of it. Every time one of my friends mentioned the Super Bowl on Facebook, I felt the urge to post the quote in response. Often I did. Only once did I explain, and only upon request. Most of the time, people didn’t ask.

He became a man the day of the greatest game he ever played. Everything he ever knew about common decency and morality he learned that day in December from Alan “The Horse” Ameche; and today in the Superbowl he would earn his wings. The crowd had assembled; a crowd of America’s elite. Toyota salesmen from all around the country — orientals and even those suspected of being orientals — stacked on the thirty yard line watching him sweat and wipe caked blood from his face. The Gallow brothers — Ernest and Julio — party guys who had skinned a few Mexicans and forced them to carry them on their shoulders down to the pre-game tailgate parties at the colosseum. The Pepsi and Coca Cola bottlers of America — Coke adds life; It’s the real thing — bombarded by missiles; flying flaming matchbook covers. The waterheads from General Motors up in the top seats where they belong; getting the worst of the pollution. All sorts of weird motherfuckers were at the game.

I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.


About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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2 Responses to My Apologies To Everyone

  1. Lx says:

    Awww, a huge miss w/that film for me, but Hunter’s words….man, you can’t beat them. I fucking despise sporting events in general, especially American sporting events.

    • I’m not a huge sports guy either, though I’m not much for non-American over American. “Where the Buffalo Roam” was a fun little movie, but it sure wasn’t much. There were some good bits, but I don’t think they really had much of an idea for an entire movie.

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