I told my government class about the Great Emu War and half the class didn’t believe me so we had my government teacher look it up on the projector oh my god
only in australia
wait how did the emus win
The guns ran out of bullets before the emus ran out of emus
To all these pseudo-intellectuals hating on the Super Bowl
Get over yourselves. Beneath all the flashes and bangs, celebrities and showbiz, there are going to be two teams who are going to fight their asses off to try and win today.
This is the apex of athletic achievement. The battleground upon which men will do amazing things in order to win and in doing so will create a sight worthy of the gods.
Yes, it is often commercialized and frequently turned into a reason to drink buckets of beer and ingest sickenly large amounts of barbecue sauce. For all practical purposes, the Super Bowl could be effectively renamed National Consumerism Day. But it’s easy to forget that underneath all the money people try to make off this game, is the game itself. No fireworks or cheap tricks. Just football at its finest moment and in its most amplified form.
To all the hipsters who can’t comprehend this truth, go ahead and bury your noses in your Nietzsche excerpts and art magazines, lifting your head every now and then to make a snarky, superior comment. The rest of us have a football game to watch, and we’re going to have a hell of a time watching it.
so glad I started watching this show again.