I was mildly happy that the Green Bay Packers won the Super Bowl yesterday --they are the People's Team -- but I was also struck by what a great game it was. Two evenly matched teams with different styles slugging it out on the field, battling it out like exhausted boxers by the end of the game. It reminded me a little of high end Super Street Fighter.
Then I got sad, because I realized that the end of the game marked the furthest possible point from more football, so I put on headphones and watched Victor Sjostrom 1921's dark, romantic and very Swedish ghost story The Phantom Carriage and wept for the sadness of Life. That's how I roll.