Kelly O

I love the Super Bowl. I sit there and pretend I know what a fifth down is, what a first-round draft pick means... um, I lie and say I know who Tom Brady is. (Yeah dog, MVC! I mean, MVP!) Truth is, I don't know what any of this shit means. I thought it was the NY Giants against the Austin Patriots. What I do know is it's the best and rowdiest Sunday of the year. Junk food, beer, and people losing their minds. I went to several places looking for some hoo-has—bars up in the U-District, Wallingford—but it wasn't until I hit the Comet that I found any real rowdies. The Comet was wall-to-wall LOUD, people yelling, whistling, throwing food—somewhere, a dog barking.... There was also a fair amount of postgame discussion, like David here talking to a nice man in a Giants jersey. You know, it's probably best that this game is once a year....

David says, "This is NOT biblical! God did NOT intend THIS!" He will receive one DOTW T-shirt. KELLY O