Normally I couldn’t care less about major media sport events. The only reason I know the date of the Superbowl is:
- It’s the best day to go skiing (because everybody’s in the lodge watching the game, the slopes are practically deserted).
- It’s the date of the River City Beemer‘s annual motorcycle maintenance (and Superbowl) party.
But this year, I even managed to find out what citys’ teams were playing:
Gee, I wonder who the artist favors?
Thanks for the ‘toon, Punk!