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

Faithful and Steadfast -- FAST

Get your walkin' shoes on. Men all over the Greater Houston area are sick and tired of evil taking the minds and souls of brothers and fathers. FAST is dedicating its spiritual and mental resources to physically stepping up and stepping out in this year of New Beginnings, 2008 "We're gonna march from out to in," says one who is breathlessly waiting for others to get the message.

Those receiving these messages would like to sprint right now to converge, and concur at the minds of their fellow men. Those with the testimony are anxious to tell us others: "We are not going to tolerate evil in our lives anymore. We will march into Houston, faithful and steadfast, from all outlying counties," says one lone man who has taken the cause to the very heart and lungs of his being.

More later.... as more news comes available!!!1 I don't need too much more to understand the mysterious work of Christ in the world. I was eyewitness in the '60's to the revival in Houston, and saved right then and there at ten years old. Since then I have always understood that the Holy Spirit uses midnight rambles to host the body of Christ, and in the murkiest places the wind of revivial blows a gale. I say men put on your walkin' shoes and start with your good foot.>pd

Attention Ignaries: The XLII SuperBowl will actually be played this Weekend... as far as I'm concerned

LBDA aside, Giants will come down the Beanstalk this weekend:
OOPs, wrong giants......

Giants and Packers may very well not be personified names of animals like Lion, Bear, Penguin or Sperm Whale...
-But-

...they are mythical names of consumers and patrons of large big dumb animals, LBDA, industries.

"We are not picking teams; We are picking a game," says MooPig. "And we feel the game is Bay against York!"

This weekend I and the Pig are anticipating the SuperBowl LXII pregame between Packers and Giants to be the only game worth watching for the year. Favre versus Manning; Old man being challenged by the younger bucker.

Mythical encounters of the correct kind..... Giants versus the Packers: "Yes, we will be throwing the pigskin all day," said both Quarterbacks.

There... this is a better picture, and tastier:
As the... "usual sixty-eight or so meat-packers will have butchered hogs and salted the meat to feed to the army. Rock Island's federal arsenal supplied ammunition. [Before] the [game] the meatpackers, including [descendants of ] Phillip Armour and Gustavus Swift, who developed the Chicago Union Stockyards, ...using Chicago's railroad network, shipped cattle from western pastures, butchered the animals at their stockyards, and then sent the meat nationwide in refrigerated railroad cars." All shipped via the Northwestern to Lambeau Field, for this stadium-packed one-in-a- life-time standoff between old and young. Hog and Giant; Lamb and Cyclops --

Besides January 27 --
A Day in Super Bowl History -- Ouch!!!
On this date 16 years ago, the NYGiants beat the Buffalo Bills 20-19 in the Super Bowl. Giants' coach Bill Parcells summarized his game plan this way after the game: "Power wins." http://www.isthatlegal.org/archives/2007/01/

Huh? Most of today must be random day. Get your Moink-joink going.

I can't even tell you names for the teams in the other playoffs for the other conference. 'Scuse while I google that info. OOP's: again couldn't fine that info, but I did find this: thegurglingcod.typepad.com "They say that cheese is milk's leap towards immortality. What that tells us about the cheese bra, I do not know. I don't really know how to unpack this, but considering it exists at the intersection of food and sports, I feel a duty to share it. Just the thing to wear to a viewing of a painstakingly restored VHS of SB XXXI highlights," said the gurgling cod.

BRIE--NG it on!! Whey me down wid' it.
- and -

"17th Century Presybyterians say the darndest things
You wonder why some words fall out of favor. Came across one yesterday that is overdue for a revival: "Ignaries." It means "ill-informed persons." Viz: "The ignaries on television called the governor a man of integrity." A tip of the fin to Robert Baillie for bringing this word to my attention, and generally bringing the Glaswegian, won't find it in no OED ruckus. Out there in Codland--use it three times today in a sentence."

This will be MooPig Kind of Day at Lambeau, a dream come true: "We are excited! The Big Apple giants could get Packed, or the Cheese could get spread all over the kettle moraine," says the symbiotes.

"So, Ignaries: forget the rest and this weekend watch the Best! Because We are MooPig and you're not."

Besides, this could be you:
A Packer fan was enjoying himself at the game in a packed Lambeau Field, until he noticed an empty seat down in front.
He went down and asked the guy next to it if he knew whose seat it was.
The guy said, "Yes, that's my wife's seat; you know the cheese-bra lady? We have never missed a game since the Lombardi days, but now alas, my wife is dead."
The fan offered his sympathy and said it was really too bad he couldn't find some relative to give the ticket to and enjoy the game together.
"Oh no," the husband said, "they're all at the funeral."

We are all so going to miss the Cheese-bra Lady!!>MooPig/pd/final draft