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Super Bowl 50

Long lines to see one and get up close and personal.  A Tirupathi Balaji type experience but instead of a darshan of a stone idol of the 'creator of the universe' this one was to witness a Football crafted by Tiffany and Company in Sterling Silver.

The Vince Lombardi Championship trophy for excellence in the sport of American Football for 2016.  A team from Denver and a team from Charlotte are vying in a few days (Sunday, Feb 7) to grab it.
 A sport so far with an intense national following akin to religion and a day of the week named in its honor.

My employer sponsors large sporting events and the NFL's prize championship event called the Super Bowl is no exception when it comes to co-branded advertising.  This year the game came to town.  As in to the San Francisco region and it is the 50th match-up so a Golden Anniversary will be hosted in the Golden State.  Lots of golden banners flying to win the Silver Ball.




As an employee my employer gave me some passes to see the pre-game festivities in town.  So we went to experience it as special guests aka less crowds.  Yet the lines were long - to see the ball which will be handed to the winner in two days.

Much ado about nothing comes to mind but then again I rarely tend to drink any kool aids.  I think the weather was fantastic and it was glorious time to see people in a festive mood early in the day before they had a chance to imbibe substances that might affect their collective judgement.

The water as the backdrop to the pre-game activities followed by an indoor visit to some trophies and game memorabilia was most of the afternoon.


 The wife got to take some pics with some TV personalities that were happy to give some photo op time to fans et al.  Lot of rich people are descending on the bay area to hang out with more rich people to have lot of parties and the army was out to defend the peace.

All manners of police and ATF agents along with media circus was part of the game related festivities.

All in all it was a good time to visit the city by the bay and take in the sense of awe that others (including visitors from the home towns playing the final match) felt for this event.
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