XLII is actually the answer to the Ultimate Question

The reason I keep posting about this year's super bowl is because I like it's Roman numeral -- XLII looks feng shui to me, beside being the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything.

Also, I feel connected to implicit events leading up to SB XLII. Below, I pasted a 2001 review of Douglas Adam's 4th novel because I would like for you to have some fun time... wherever you see the word "book[s], novel or a title" I want you to replace it with a derivative of Super Bowl XLII:

Okay? Use -- Super Bowl, Super Bowls, or Super Bowl XLII --

The best thing about [Adams' fourth Hitchhikers'
novel] is that it is markedly better than the third one — and in
fact it is the first of these [books] to bear
a resemblance to an actual [novel] rather than
a compendium of wacky sketches.

However, though it's awfully good at
times, it doesn't really recapture the delirious zaniness of the first two
[novels] or of the original radio show, which
makes the back cover blurbs by the likes of Time ("The looniest of the lot!")
and the LA Herald Examiner ("Wacky, loony, and zany!") extremely puzzling. What
[book] did these guys see? The [book] I saw is actually quite low-key and even
sedate in its approach to cosmic comedy.

It's not that it doesn't work —
it does — but anyone expecting a rehash of The Restaurant at the End of the
Universe had better be aware that the series changes significantly with this
[novel].

Was it indeed just some sort
of mass hallucination, or is there some strange secret known only to a madman
living on a California beach?

And where did all the dolphins go, by the
way? ( Review © 2001 by
Thomas M. Wagner retrieved today)

This morning, one columnist -- Pribek.net -- suggests the Dolphins won yesterday. I agree up to a point. It turns out that the Dolphins approached perfection and won the Super Bowl at the end of their alledged perfect season of '72.

My point of departure is the Super Bowl has stopped developing any further after the Dolphins's feat. And until perfection is beaten, there is old Dolphins growing older with smirky grins on their faces.

Please pay particular attention to the above playful statment: "It's not that it doesn't work — it does — but anyone expecting a rehash of 'the 1972 Super Bowl' had better be aware that the series changes significantly with this 'Super Bowl XLII.'"

That bit could have been said at the end of the Dolphin's sweep. Then you might say, "Perfection can only be matched! What the devil do you mean?"

I know how you feel; but to gain absolute perfection means to transcend the borders of perfection. Perfection is perfection; its over, fini, basta with the re-hash. Been Done, stick a fork in it! So Long...

Only instantaneous gratification of a perfect no-losses season that the ending is known before the event takes place, will ever satisfy this quantum parody of the question "is it shat, or is it Shinola?" -- or -- "Is light a beam or is it a wave?" ...this is why I interject Adam's Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy and the sequel, to introduce the fruitless effort of achieving a perfect season. So Long....

Transendence of the magnitude I speak, will have to be defined after yesterday. The context is Super Bowl. The question is "Has it reached its last mission?" I say "yes, and the call letters confirm it for me, and you if you just render your brain to quantum transcendence... and So Long! i.e:

XLII = "crossed letter" + "hook letter" + "uncrossed letters" = 42

You see Timmy, the signs are all-telling; it cannot be done. Dolphin 1972 season will never be matched nor superseded. I hate to break this sad news to all who think things never come to a halt.

It is over.

Review it in your own mind: every SB Sunday event ever afterward has been csonka'd. So Long, arrivederci...

After we all turn down the mercury and cool off a little, surely some brainchild will discover what I have so explicitly layed out, and a "decider" will come forward with the new and improved: Spawn of the Super Bowl!! Then a Bilderberger will griese some one's wallet and we can re-start with "[to be named] Roman Numeral I," the first!! pd/draft2

Big Bang?

Notes: The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything has a numeric solution in Douglas Adams' series The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. In the story, a "simple answer" to The Ultimate Question is requested from the computer Deep Thought - specially built for this purpose. It takes Deep Thought 7½ million years to compute and check the answer which turns out to be 42. When asked to provide The Ultimate Question, the computer says that it can't, but can help design an even more powerful computer (the Earth) which can. The programmers then embark on a further, ultimately futile, ten million year program to discover The Ultimate Question, hindered by Golgafrinchans after 8 million years, and in the last five minutes by the Vogons. (Why Iki Peed ya - retrieved at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Answer_to_Life,_the_Universe,_and_Everything