The Superbowl in Paris

Wow, are we late with this post. Anyway, one of the minor inconveniences of living in Europe is that U.S. sporting events  1) are sometimes tough to find and 2) usually air at laughably late hours if you do manage to find them.  There are ways to get around the availability problem. We subscribe to an ESPN affiliate here that shows football, baseball, basketball and North American hockey. And, through the gracious cooperation of Bob and Joanne, we can also use Slingbox to watch whatever the Los Angeleans are watching.

But the time zone problem is another kettle of fish. We can record things via Slingbox. However, it requires us to go on news blackout and avoid the internet until we watch the game.

That's what we did with the Superbowl. Troy took the day off on Monday so we could watch as soon as we dropped off the little monkey at school.  And watch we did. The first Superbowl we've ever watched while drinking coffee and eating quiche lorraine and beignets. 

As you surely know by now, the good guys won. But they didn't make it comfortable, and I couldn't help but feel a little foolish waving a Terrible Towel for a game that had been over for almost 12 hours. I like to think that somehow I helped Santonio Holmes make that game-winning catch by cheering for him at the exact same moment he was probably asleep in bed. 

Either way, the Steelers are WORLD CHAMPIONS!  Looking forward to #7 next year.