While this game doesn't measure up to the spectacle of the recent Super Bowl [although all of these buzz-cut 1960s fellows do bear a generic resemblance to Tom Brady], I can't help but wonder about who's calling the plays. Is it Dad, coaching his boys up and down the muddy playing field, or is Mom, on the laundry-room sidelines, the master strategist? I'd wager that either one could have done a better job than Pete Carroll did last Sunday.
