By Calvin Palmer
At EverBank Field on Sunday I was seated next to a New Orleans Saints fan. To be sociable, I struck up a conversation.
“Did you go to the Super Bowl game?” I asked, referring to the Super Bowl 2010 when the Saints beat the Indianapolis Colts 31-17 to lift the Vince Lombardi trophy.
“My career was at the stage where I could not spend $1,800 on a football game,” he replied.
Okay. Good answer, I suppose. But what was wrong with keeping it simple and saying, ” I could not afford it.”
As was expected, the Jacksonville Jaguars lost 23-10, although rookie quarterback Blaine Gabbert showed one or two nice touches and did throw a touchdown pass.
Pre-game provided me with a few photographic opportunities for the Ricoh GRD III.
The game had resumed by the time I returned from my half-time cigarettes in the designated smoking area. I asked the Saints fan if I had missed anything.
“Only six Hooters girls streaking across the field,” he replied.
Who says Americans do not have a sense of humour?
Given that is Breast Cancer Awareness Month in the United States, it would have been an appropriate gesture.
The NFL is doing its bit. Players are carrying pink towels, wearing pink boots and pink mouth guards. Perhaps they could persuade all the cheerleaders to dance topless. It would not only boost attendances for October’s scheduled games but also increase TV viewing figures.
Ah, I was forgetting. The USA is the land of the “wardrobe malfunction”; a country where the sight of a bare breast is considered more egregious than the sale of handguns to the general public.
Only in America!