SUPER DISAPPOINTMENT BOWL, and geocaching

First of all, my team... the Denver Broncos, weren't playing so I really wasn't into the Super Bowl.  I still felt compelled to choose a team to root on and while I believed that the Colts were the better team, I really wanted the Bears to win since they once were the greatest and I wanted to see them go all the way again.  The game itself was in my eyes what football is all about... big, muscle bound sweaty men in tight wet uniforms wrastling in the rain.  The scoreboard kept me on the edge of my sofa, waving my hotwings like pom poms when either of the teams scored.  Prince performed at halftime.  Thanks to Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction a couple of year ago I was denied a glimpse of the Purple Highness's hiney through his infamous cut-out jeans (damn you Janet!), but my disappointment was short lived by his performance.  What can I say, I just love the guy!

Even more disappointing than the final score though was the sorry line-up of commercials.  Like many people I place just as much importance on the commercials as I do the actual game.  High expectations are placed on these multi-million dollar ads and we want to be entertained.  This is probably the only time that the viewers actually anticipate the commercial breaks.  As each commercial started I found myself eagerly wondering if the next commercial would be the best and just knock my socks off.  It never happened.  At best I let out a couple of chuckles and an 'oh, that was cute', but there were no gut wrenching belly laughs. 

Where were the Clydesdales?  I saw them in the 'I want to be a Dalmation' commercial but no where else.  No football playing horses.  Not even the Bud vs. Bud Lite bottles.  And since when is it acceptable to play last year's commercials?  You're supposed to make NEW commercials guys.  Come on, get with the program!  And what's with all the stinkin' local commercials?  Colorado make lousy, boring commercials, I don't want to see them during the Super Bowl.  Grrrrrr!

Okay, I've got that out of my system.  Now... on to my new hobby.

GEOCACHING.

Oh my gosh, this is so much fun!  You get the GPS coordinates online, and track the location down using your GPS.  Of course, it helps to know how to read the dang contraption.  We didn't have a clue on Saturday and spent the afternoon walking around getting hot, getting cold, getting hot and then cold again.  The geocaching coordinates are different than the ones Dickidoo uses at work so he wasn't much help.   We never did find the 'cache'.  That night Dickidoo and I did our homework, we got new coordinates, figured out our GPS and Sunday, before the game, the family tried again.

We kept this trip simple, staying within a few miles from the house.  Two caches were ammo boxes with trinkets that can be swapped out with something we brought (we left 'spirit rocks' with tribal hieroglyphics etched or painted on them).  The others were 'micro caches' that just contained a log to sign.  Aided by little hints left by the cache stashers we were able to find all four caches.  Go 'Team Snowfoot.'  Woo hoo!

Anyhow, it was a really cool way to spend my anniversary.

Happy Anniversary Dickidoo.  Where are my truffles?

Tags: Super Bowl, Super Bowl Commercials, Geocaching