I know J.A. Crider has noted that tomorrow is an event of some importance for the teeming masses, myself included, who watch real (American) football.
Given that this year's Super Bowl features a quest for perfection on the part of one team, the reemergence of otherwise unimportant veterans of a "past perfect" team, and a setting of byzantine intrigue touching on scandal and now senatorial politics, I am sure somebody here can offer up a few lines of poetic pre-game.
By the way, it's Super Bowl XLII, if you want to do some sort of three-sonnet set.
Have at it!
Dan
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