Superbowl always reminds me.
I don’t recall which pharmaceutical show we were working on (Syntex?), but I had hired at least six freelancers in addition to my usual assistants and interns. Our beloved production assistant (with spiked hair and panther tights) comes screaming down into our production space, spouting something about the Superbowl - looking for enthusiastic response. She got nothing. Not a single one of us was interested. She left, muttering imprecations about the waste of our collective manhood.
That said, I’m happy for the Saints. They’re overdue.
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