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I watched my first Superbowl yesterday (last year I took advantage of the fact that I was going to be the one of the very few people in America not watching the game and so went snowboarding instead - had the slopes all to myself. Brilliant) and what an experience it was. I showed my absolute ignorance of all things Superbowl on Friday evening when I told a friend that I wasn’t bothered about watching because of all the ad breaks: he swiftly pointed out that that was The Point and so I decided to keep an open mind and see what it was all about. Myself and a few friends watched at a local bar and although I really didn’t (and still don’t) have much of a clue about what exactly was going on, I did get swept up in the excitement and found myself whooping enthusiastically, especially in the last few minutes - what a disappointment for the blue guys though, after such a great unbeaten run. Or was that the white jerseys? Hmm. I was intrigued by how slowly the clock ticked: when there were only 3 minutes left, I decided to hang on going to the loo as I didn’t want to miss the final whistle, and then half an hour later when I saw that there were still 2 minutes and 36 seconds left, I decided to take the chance. What I found even more interesting though is the fact that whilst the folk in the bar would chat and eat and drink while the ball was live, you could have heard a pin drop the second an ad came on: everyone stopped talking instantaneously and had their eyes glued on the screen. And although I heard a few people say that they thought the ads were better in previous years, I still really enjoyed them, in particular the Budweiser dog and pony (which took USA Today’s top Admeter spot), even more so when I watched a video of the inspiration for the ad on another blog . Thanks guys - very funny indeed.

Well, we knew it was coming, and it’s finally here. Rain. Yes, rain, wind and more rain has descended upon us like mongols riding down the steppes. The storm is here, and I’m pumped. This weekend I was thinking about doing some back country snowboarding in the local mountains, and there just isn’t a base yet at 8,000ft. Hopefully we’ll get dumped on and come sunny saturday I’ll be building kickers and dodging trees.

This morning, however, was a completely different story. It was a sunny morning and I woke up early and did a hike from the base of the canyon to top of the world with a hot girlfriend on mine. Twenty minutes before our hike I was rushing out the door, and pounded a big bowl of cereal. Thinking nothing of it, we charged up the mountain and I was feelin strong. Just before the top, bam, my stomach just lost it. The dairy had to go, and that was it. After about three good hurls my enitre cereal breakfast was sufficiently puked out for some lucky deer to lick up later. I felt fine after that and we continued our hike. Note to self, don’t do intense physical exercise right after downing a large amount of milk. Next time, I’m nibbling on a chew bar and saving breakfast for afterwards.