Posted by: Brad Nixon | February 7, 2010

Last-Minute Super Bowl Sunday Tips


Just a few hours before kickoff.  Not a big deal here: there isn’t a nacho, buffalo wing or tub of guacamole to be found at Rancho Retro. I’m rooting for New Orleans, America’s NEW Team, because I am weary to exhaustion with the Cowboys. All they need is George Steinbrenner to make them utterly insufferable.

Here are my Super Bowl Sunday tips:

a) If you’re here in SoCal and you’re a golfer, GRAB YOUR CLUBS. For many years, I made it a regular practice to head for the links on S.B. Sunday. You can walk onto any course in Los Angeles and be on the first tee as fast as they can process your credit card. Add to this the fact that the pro golfers are finishing the tournament at Riviera in Los Angeles, which removes even the hard-core golf fans from your competition, and I’m betting the courses are empty.

$35 at any LA County course, and that includes the utterly stupendous Los Verdes course, one of the world’s great ocean-view courses, and it’s public (link HERE), the same $35 fee. You won’t finish your round by dark, but Santa Catalina Island is visible today, and you’ll have spectacular views. If not there, any of the county courses will do, and there are great views of the snow-covered San Gabriels today under blue skies following 2 days of rain. The low spots will be a bit soggy, but that’s why you spent all that money on those special shoes, after all.

b) Do any other errands that don’t involve places with TV screens. Just be careful driving around. A few individuals may have started their post-game celebrations a bit early. Watch those intersections.

c) If you must go to the grocery store, don’t try the express line. You’ll be in front of someone who’s got whatever number of cases of beer, nachos and guacamole gets them under the limit, and they’ll be hot to get checked-out and back to the house before the kickoff.

I only wish we still had John Facenda, the Voice of God, to narrate in those awesome tones … “the frozen tundra”! Rest in peace, John.

© 2013 Brad Nixon



  1. Ok, This is a subject I know next to nothing about. I know the super bowl is something pretty big in the US. And I believe it has to do with American football not rest of the world football, which in the US is referred to as Soccer. Anyway can someone enlighten me a bit on this subject?

    Reading your post does make me think it is like the European Champoinships in football (soccer). Which kinda gives me the same feeling as your post. And is unavoidable when the orange lions ( nickname for the Dutch team) play.
    I had a nice Sunday, swimming with the kids. Gossiping with my mom and having a quiet evening with the the queen of the house.


    • The European Championships are a good comparison, except there, everyone has their own nation to cheer for in the tournament. You have to think of the final game of the EC, when there are only 2 nations left, and your team is not one of them. If it’s Spain and Germany in the final, and you live in the Netherlands, you cheer for Spain. The hyperbole and extravagent excitement is similar, though. Note that Super Bowl Sunday is the day on which Americans consume more food than on any other day but one, Thanksgiving.


      • I echo the above from Brad. The Super Bowl is more of a social occasion where family and friends get together to root for a team and enjoy some food. It’s entertainment, since, more than likely, you don’t live in the city that the competing two teams are from.

        So, there’s excitement to root for a team, or interest in watching some very talented players do amzing things. But, here in the US, since the outcome is not an issue of national pride, no one goes into a frenzy at the end of the game, win or lose. The players, after the game is over, just shake hands, congratulate each other, and that’s about it (except for the sports shows that will give you some post-game analysis).

        If you grew up watching, or playing football here, and you know something about it, it is an exciting game. Much better than our sport of baseball, which is supposed to be our “National Pastime,” but has been supplanted by pro football in fan interest.


      • Please note that Mr. Pergande’s statement about football vs. baseball does not reflect the official position of this blog.


      • Ouch! That was a bit cold. Must have stepped on some toes with that one!


      • Only English go into a frenzy during a soccer game and maybe a few African fans. The ones that do this consider it culture. And it has nothing to do with winning or losing Hooligans fight if they win or loose.
        They can be noticed by they’ re distinct lack of braincells and they smell of to much booze or in NL too much booze and drugs (the drug things you can see in the pupil dilation).
        Most soccer fans are regular sporty people.

        Oh and thanks for sharing your experiences with me.


  2. Brad, did you mean “Colts,” instead of “Cowboys?” Yes, I think most of us were a bit tired of Peyton Manning’s being described as “the greatest QB ever.” A pretty good QB; but “the best?” Sorry. No way. As it turned out, not even the best of the 2 QBs playing yesterday. Drew Brees ate him up.


    • No, I was referring to the Cowboys’ long-held distinction as “America’s Team.” And Drew Brees may, indeed prove to be the best quarterback ever over time.


      • I wouldn’t worry about the Cowboys. That moniker is passe. Until this year they hadn’t even won a first round playoff game for nearly 15 years. I was rooting for the Saints, too. Everyone I know had had enough of the Peyton Manning hyperbole.


  3. Hairycoo, thanks for your insights on soccer. Here, we always get a lot of press coverage whenever there’s some supposed “riot” in Europe over a soccer match. No doubt our press blows it all out of proportion (mainly for the TV ratings), and as you say, I’m sure most of the fans behave themselves.

    BTW, what does “Hairycoo” mean?


    • If he has any sense, Neils has retired for the night. HERE is his explanation:


      • Actually I’m on the couch with my laptop Brad. My wife to be wasn’t feeling well and went to bed before I had dinner. After I had put the kids to sleep I replied to your comments and am now replying again. between two episodes of V the mini series. Which I never got to see fully as a kid. It’s just past 11pm over here and I have to give another bottle at 0:30 before that I have to walk our dog in the freezing cold. (Delaying that as long as possible) So no time for bed yet. So I guess I don’t have any sense.


    • They hardly reach front-page over here. There’s always a bunch of idiots that like to spoil things for the rest. In the Netherlands the hooligans are usually from a certain social class. Usually combined with other small groups that are just looking for trouble.

      These days the police can handle them reasonably although it’s pretty annoying that I pay taxes so that the police can contain those morons.
      There is an occasional excess of course but those are sporadic. UK has far bigger problems over there the hooligans come from all classes.

      I Think it’s more of a suppressed rage thing over there. And knowing the English by working with them each day, I can even imagine them building up rage, looking at there working culture and all.

      Terms as ‘soccer is war’ which I occasionally hear, I find revolting.


      • The Continent does seem a bit more “low key” than G.B. Maybe it’s the cold, wet weather that makes the Brits stressed and grumpy. And perhaps that’s why the British like to vacation in Europe (and some even come to live there).

        From my limited experience with and reading of life across The Pond, you Europeans seem to have a better sense of a humane lifestyle. Worklife can be unduly harsh, too, here in The States, as compared to Europe.


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