'The Super Bowl' Or 'How I spent Waitangi Eve'

I am aware that by doing my engineering duty and going to another testing lab yesterday, I was unable to give you the immediate news coverage you surely deserve. Fret not, for I am back.

Surely you spent Sunday watching the Super Bowl, right? If not, I was given a sampling of what television could have been like Sunday night in absence of that. You see, I had decided that if the Colts or the Chargers or the Bears couldn't make it to the Super Bowl, then maybe I could take a gander at something else on TV.

Oh my, what a mistake that was. Luckily, I did it when nothing else worthwhile was actually on, but still. I decided that maybe the puppy bowl would be worth a watch. Allow me to sum up the scientific results in two words (thanks to the magic of contractions): It wasn't. It would have been easy to make this something that I would like - all they had to do was make a point to it. There wasn't. And if that wasn't bad enough, they made it very disturbing by having some "referee" come out and call fouls on dogs which answered the call of nature within their mini doggy stadium.

Learn from my mistakes, lest you repeat them yourselves.