Superbowl Monday? 2

Last year’s Superbowl was forgotten like an item on a to do list only to be remembered a day later with a gasp and regret.  This year, I wanted to make sure I was a part of the festivities.  My friend Libby and I signed up for the Superbowl Breakfast at the Tokyo American Club and arrived around 7:45 am to find a male dominated (90-10 ratio) suit wearing sweaty banquet room with multiple flat screen TVs and a breakfast buffet.  The coverage was loud and in Japanese and we started to doubt our decision to attend.  However, a TAC employee got on the microphone and in an even louder voice told the crowd that magically, after the coin toss, the coverage would switch to English.  We relaxed.  There were long tables set up with screens on either side so that you sat across from someone at the table but they were looking behind your head at their TV and you were looking behind them at your TV.  It was an awkward set-up.  The game began and the play by play was in English however the names of the players were spelled out in katakana which looked pretty funny.  When it was time for the first commercial, we were hit with the bad news.  We would not be a part of the viewing audience.  The coverage switched back to Japanese and we got to watch the players milling around the sidelines waiting for the commercials to end.  Very very disappointing.  But thankfully the game was so exciting that it made up for the loss of entertainment.  At half-time three raffle prizes were called out – I was the “lucky” winner of a corporate apartment for two nights and 2 tickets to the cotton club.  The breakfast was whisked away and in its place at 10am were hot dogs, chips and salsa and mini rueben sandwiches.  Since I had just flown in the night before from New York and the jet lag was just kicking in, I was thrilled with the multiple categories of food being served.  I don’t think Libby felt the same way.  When the game ended, the men were quick to exit, to make it back to work before lunch time.  Libby and I went to the card room to play bridge.  It was the first superbowl where i made it to the end without a short nap, or falling asleep completely.  Of course that had something to do with  the lack of alcohol and the time the game was played.  It wasn’t the best way to see the game, but I was glad I was a part of it this year.

2 comments

  1. Lisa, you are such a trooper and that is what I love about you. I could just see you now hanging out with all the japs watching the game. You are always up for a challenge, can’t wait to see you this summer.

  2. On the other side of town, Tom Sr watched the same broadcast from his desk at work with Brits who barely know the game and of course the local crew. It was equally as exciting for me but somewhat less profitable. I had Indy -6.5 for a mon ($100) and right before kick off sent a BBG taking Indy and giving 21! Of course a client hit me for another mon. After several banged desks and shouts at peyton, you all know the rest. Always fun to watch superbowl at 8:30 am.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s