Polar Opposites

1. So, on one side of the country, there is record snow; populations stuck on the asphalt plains of Georgia; the windy city, Chitown, covered for days by snow and more snow; bite ass cold freezing the mid west, and um, somewhere in a dark room in East Rutherford, New Jersey a circle of NFL 'suits,' no doubt, are collectively holding hands, and oming, for clear pristine skies to descend over Met Life Stadium, Sunday...huh.

2. Meanwhile on the Left coast, drought grips Cali in the shorts. However, the ski resorts in the Sierra, received some relief, when school kids turned their pajamas inside out, and slept with spoons under their pillows hoping for a winter white out cancellation of classes. This morning 6"to a foot of snow fell and schools were closed. Oh, the power of newly minted collective minds!

3. On the political front, some anti-choice  conservatives are calling for a boycott of Girl Scout cookies because the GS appeared to endorse Wendy Davis for Gov. Well, ok, more Samoas for me.

4. An original only-in-Vegas Super Bowl wager:

How many times will Peyton Manning say, 'Omaha?' Over or Under 27 1/2?

5. Best eva Super Bowl food: "Cheddar Bacon Ranch Pulls" fondly referred
to by aficionados as crack bread. 

6. Who will win? Because they play the game at night...outdoors, and on the fickle Eastern seaboard; and because mother nature doesn't abide by group prayers, as executive afterthoughts...the wind will blow; the rain or snow will fall...my heart still says Peyton, but in the winter gloom, youth and the Seahawks rise.

'Oh the weather outside is.....'

1. Frightful...the black bear captured in the photo was probably out hunting for some of that white stuff which signals biological hibernation; the only snow, currently, in the sierras is being manufactured by the ski resorts. Uh, the bear probably sniffed that little joke out and wandered off confused and frantic in search of winter for that extended carb blissed snooze. Good luck, pal. Down here in the urban jungle, it's January, and 70 outside. No rain on the horizon for several weeks. No snow pack. We might be retro-gliding back to the 80's, where signs like this hung in restrooms: 'if it's yellow, let it mellow.' Water rationing, hovering like a black cloud, over Cali...

2. Out for a walk in the cemetery today. Ok, I confess, I like balmy. I was enveloped by the warmth and seized up emotionally as I discovered I wasn't the weak B that I thought I'd be after my little germ filled bout; I actually felt like my old frisky self. And then there it was. The head stone that always solicits a smile and a nod; Phi Gamma Delta bro...dude, I don't know who you were but your brothers left not just one liter of gin, but two liters at the base of your stone, empty flagons that honor their dead.

3. Binge watching MI-5. Not even halfway through all the seasons; an outrageous 10 years. Brits production rock the charts. I did pull the plug momentarily to watch True Detective a mini series starring Woody Harrelson and Matthew McConaughey, which had the highest opening rating of any HBO series; the return of 'Girls,' we love you Lena. A lot of good telly viewing happening.

4. NFL playoffs. My heart says Peyton. My wallet says Brady boy.