Sunday, February 03, 2002

Things have been getting a bit political in my head lately. Not much of it makes sense, but if you don't think about yourself and form some thoughts, it's all just noise and rumor and stuff someone else told you. Curiously, the same point was made in the NY Times Sunday magazine during an interview with scientist James D Watson.

Q: Some people have said that your conclusion is based on conjecture and not on science. What do you say to that?

A: I think you have to speculate. If I have a good idea, I tend to believe it's true. An idea is better than no idea.

Q: But isn't that unscientific?

A: No, that's the way good science works. An idea can be tested, whereas if you have no idea, nothing can be tested and you don't understand anything.

Saturday Night was reserved for The Monster Truck Races at Orlando's Citrus Bowl (which, btw, has to be the nation's worst football stadium...a 70,000-seat, open-air pit set in the middle of the ghetto with secure parking for only about 10,000 vehicles). I'm sure you've all seen these events - modified trucks with tires six and a half feet tall drag race down a 75-yard strip, flying through the air over stacks of junked cars. Big, big redneck fun for sure. Truck names included Grave Digger, Reptoid, Sudden Impact and Eradicator. Oooo...spooky. The sold-out crowd spiraled into a frenzy when Power Forward rolled over on it's side during the freestyle competition (photo).

It's good to know that no matter how much promoters want to call this a sport, the crowd is there for the crashes. Speaking of the crowd, it was an interesting mix. They liked Country and Western. Put it this way - there were lines for every urinal but the bathroom sinks were vacant, know what I mean? Funny moment of the evening came when I spotted a friend, Mark Mullen in the crowd. Mark, a casting agent, is another artsy, Film Festival guy like me. For a second, we were both overcome with shame as if we'd bumped into each other at the Adult Video rental store. Ohhh....what are you doing here?. Then we just laughed.

The Super Bowl finished a hour ago and for once, it was worth watching. I never care who wins, I just want a good game and that last second field goal by the Patriots was way cool (God, I wish I had bet the Patriots and taken 14 points). The commercials pretty much sucked - Fox ran about six network show promos, which might indicate how soft demand was for spots.

The lamest moment was probably Paul McCartney's pre-game song -- some patriotic waffle about "Freedom" (btw - who was Paul's fat bald, drummer? He looked like that boxer Butterbean). The saddest moment wasn't the song itself, it was when Paul walked offstage. He handed his guitar to a roadie and then walked among the hundreds of cheerleaders who had served as dancers. Not one of those cheerleaders looked at Paul (they were probably wishing for 'N Sync). For that second, Paul looked a little lost - like he was expecting to be cheered but instead got silence.

Natalie and I were placing bets on whether U2's Half Time Show (sorry...The eTrade - Ha, HA, We're Still In Business Half Time Show) would include misguided anti-war statement from Bono and a rain of bottles from the crowd. Impressively, it was just the opposite. The band's backdrop for their second song was a scrolling list of all 9/11 victim names. Simple and effective, much like the Vietnam Memorial in DC. At the end of the set, Bono pulled open his jacket to reveal the lining was made of an American flag. I was told in Boy Scouts that using an American flag as anything other than flag was wrong. But Bono's gesture seemed heartfelt and he kept his mouth shut except for the lyrics. It was a powerful show and for a few minutes made everyone forget the game.

It also made me remember what contrived crap last year's half-time show was with Brittany, 'N Sync and Aerosmith. A pat on the back for whomever hired U2.

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