Schadenfreude is kinda fun

That was, without a doubt, the most fun I've ever had watching a televised football game.

I hadn't planned on seeing it; I had to work until about nine and crank out a few papers for the next day (I'm typing this from the library at midnight, where I still haven't started on them). Heading to the library at about 9:30, I managed to catch the score through some bar windows with about four minutes left in the game. It seemed like I should probably watch the end.

Thank goodness I did. The campus coffeeshop across from the library was showing the game on a projection screen inside. I ducked in and sat next to a man (who, to his credit, said the Giants should "run a fucking screen" well before Aikman did), his apparent wife and her apparent baby. It wasn't a football crowd in there; lots of confused-looking foreigners and people reading the newspaper. But those watching the game pulled pretty hard for the Giants, clapping and cheering, but not in the douchebag way. Nobody had any team apparel on, nobody cursed (loudly, anyway) and I had part of my vision blocked by a large assortment of board games.

But the 30 or so people in there yelled pretty hard when Eli scrambled out of the pocket and heaved one of the most famous throws in Super Bowl history to David Tyree. And I clapped with the rest of them when Plaxico sealed it with his touchdown. And as soon as Belicheck ran off the field, that's when I grabbed my backpack and ran to the library so I could get a choice spot next to an electrical outlet.

So that's how I watched Super Bowl 42. In a coffeeshop. By myself. And it was fantastic.