So it's Super Bowl Sunday and I am not in warm, sunny Los Angeles but rather cold, snowy London. This turn of events simply won't do. So if I can't watch the game while eating too much junk food with friends, playing the ridiculous square game that I never, ever win, and losing dumb prop bets (more on those later) then I am just going to go balls out. That's right, I am going to attend the Super Bowl at an American Sports Bar with Richelle Ryan, the porn girl who just tattooed the NY Giants logo on her ankle. I am sure she will be polite, respectful of other's personal space, and will calmly watch the big game just like me....
I picked her up at her hotel and already she was wearing Giants panties, had a jersey on (#44 Bradshaw) and the icing on the cake...her "rally towel". Clearly I was going to be attending the Super Bowl not with a porn star, but with a deranged porn star super fan.
Pay no attention to the old school flip phone from 2003. Yikes!
While I was explaining what prop bets were to her in her hotel room, I had to take a leak. When I got out of the bathroom, Richelle had found an internet gambling site AND deposited 20 bucks into it so she could make the following prop bets:
Tails on the Opening Coin Flip
Bradshaw gains more than 62.5 rushing yards
Giants plus 3 points
Gatorade dumped on winning coach is clear
Okay, with her BIG money prop bets out of the way, we put our winter coats on and headed for the bar. We were taking the Piccadilly Line to Piccadilly Circus then walking a short distance to the American Sports Cafe on Haymarket St (a very popular place to watch all US and worldwide sports). I had purchased 2 tickets online for 30 pounds each so we were assured of getting in.
Richelle was going to take her own pictures for the game, but after trying to get her camera to work for about 10 minutes, she gave up. Here she is giving up taking pictures in pictorial order actually.
We reached Picadilly Circus together. Oh and kudos to Richelle for taking the tube and not demanding a taxicab. Some porn girls think they are too good for the tube - cough cough Tanya Tate cough cough. Nice work!
Found the bar and headed inside. It was packed, although actually not as packed as I expected. Richelle was pissed that we didn't have chairs or a table. I had to explain to her the concept of a bar means that not everyone gets to sit down.
We found a nice spot along a railing with 3 big TVs right in front of us.
The waitresses at this bar have to wear ridiculous cheerleader outfits. Here is the hottest one in the place with Richelle
It was after about 2 minutes that I noticed a very strange phenomenom. There were literally about 50 people at the bar wearing football jerseys for teams and players NOT named the New England Patriots or New York Giants. Huh? What?
I don't get it. Why not just not wear a jersey if your team isn't playing. What's the point? I actually asked someone "is there some sort of contest going on that I don't know about"?
Of course you know what I was rocking to the game, since I didn't care about either team. Hook Em Horns!
Here are just a few examples of the random jerseys in attendance.
It was definitely a pro Patriots crowd, although the Giants fans were more vocal in chanting "Let's go Giants" throughout the game.
This was our favorite Patriots fan (nice cape bro!)
The game was entertaining as hell, and the halftime show was equally awesome. One thing that was majorly NOT awesome was that we were watching the Sky Sports version of the game and not the NBC one, which means we saw exactly ZERO of the fucking cool commercials. What a fucking bummer!
Watching the Giants with Richelle is much like babysitting a 9 year old. She kept hitting me in the face with the fucking rally towel, screaming, babbling to herself, dancing for no reason, cursing at the screen, and basically rooting for her beloved Giants just as much as she possibly could. I actually admired her dedication to the cause. How could I not?
It got tense there in the 4th quarter.
But in the end, victory for the Giants (and Richelle) was secured. Richelle did a little victory dance and hit me with the rally towel one last time for effect.
We left the bar in jubilation and celebration. As we were walking to the bus stop (it was 3am - no taxis and no tubes) she remarked "this is the greatest day of my life". Hyperbole anyone? :)
Took the bus back to the hotel, where I proceeded to pass out, and she proceeded to spend 3 hours online congratulating the Giants, talking shit to the Patriots fans, and reading all the recaps of the game.
Oh and she got 2 prop bets correct and 2 wrong, so as always the person who wins money gambling is Vegas.
It was an interesting and fun way to watch the Super Bowl in London. I highly recommend going with a gorgeous porn star, although be very careful of rally towels to the face.
