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De-fense!Today I went up to Ben's place for their annual Super Bowl party. As usual, they had about 20 people there (including kids, this year), and there was enough food for about 50 people. John brought his latest revision to his homemade brownie recipe, which replaced some of the butter with corn oil, making for moister brownies, his best yet. He also made brats. And there was lots of cheese and crackers, cookies, pistachios, chips and dip, and other munchies. I figured it was a 50/50 thing that I'd actually have room for brats when they were ready at halftime. (I did have one.)The game itself was okay. The Baltimore Ravens' defense stomped on the New York Giants' offense, as they have every other team this postseason, and the Ravens won 34-7. Other than the Ravens defense, no one really distinguished themselves, although an enjoyable moment came when a defensive touchdown by the Ravens was followed by two kickoffs run back for touchdowns - 21 points scored in 36 seconds. But otherwise it was a typical NFL game: Not really enough to hold your attention for a full 3 hours, but good background material. I discovered something else really lame about football: They announced the game's MVP before the clock ran out! Lame, lame, lame. Any game where you actually know who the MVP is before it ends, when there's not even a small chance that things might turn around, has a problem. But overall it was a good time. Although I was feeling pretty zoned and sleepy by the end of the game, so I didn't stay long after that. I did have a beer, which is unusual for me. It was a pretty standard beer (albeit an apparently Scandinavian one that Anders brought), and it reminded me that I don't really need to have another beer any time soon. Boy, I'm pretty surly tonight, aren't I?
 Two more comment about Michael Walsh's party yesterday: First, Monique responded to my entry by saying:
I went and read your entry. I really think there's a lack of compliments about me in it. "Monique smelled like coffee, and she had obviously spent a day spilling things on herself." "Monique had her hair in cute little loops. I think mental patients wear their hair like that!" You get the idea.No more caffeine for her. Second, a funny exchange from the party: As Ray and his family were getting ready to leave, one of his daughters was going around touching everyone and saying, "You're poison." What this meant, I don't know, but I turned to Lucy and said, "It's like a game of 'Tag, you're dead.'" Lucy said, "That would be a great title for a mystery! Someone should write that!" Naturally, someone has.
Have I mentioned that Charlie Brown is a hero of mine?
 (By Charles M. Schultz, from Good Ol', Charlie Brown, © 1957 United Feature Syndicate. Notice the yellowing paper! My copy is from 1967.)
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