But it almost was creepy. Patricia was at work all day Sunday, and our roommates had gone over to a Super Bowl party hosted by Mr. Jon Blaha.Leaving me to my own devices. Among other things, I ran some errands to a couple grocery stores. The Albertson's parking lot was eerie - almost no cars, plus the normal noise of traffic at the Tatum & Shea intersection was almost entirely missing. There were very few customers inside the stores. It made me think of one of those 1950s movies about a nuclear attack.
This book had discussed how the early 20th century British authorities encouraged football/soccer as a rallying point for a country that had largely lost religion as a unifying force. Here in the US, our state religion (a/k/a the NFL) clearly is doing just fine.
(BTW, we did watch the last six minutes of the game after PJ got back from work. I was happy GB won, on the theory that my nieces in Wisconsin would enjoy it. Not to mention their dad.)
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