Superbowl Sanity

So, as it turns out, the Black Swan is actually a pretty nice lady.  AND she didn't perform as well this past week, which makes me like her even better.  We had a different instructor this time, and he had a much more aggressive teaching style.  There were multiple times when he would just throw his hands up and walk away when I did something wrong, and finally told me that I needed to let my inner woman out.  Apparently I am still not good at following.  After the class was over, I told him not to give up on me, to which he replied "don't give up on yourself!"  Good point, my friend.  Good point.

This past Sunday I was finally able to go to the driving range at Chelsea Piers, and hit some balls.  It has been way too long since I've done that at all, and it has certainly never happened here.  With the exception of the fact that it costs over $30 for balls and clubs, the range is actually pretty awesome.  It extends over the Hudson River, so you have New Jersey as your background (which at night, isn't half bad).  I quickly became attached to my 3 wood rental, as it proved to be the most accurate club among them.  Also, the tees are automatic and I was able to use one of the compartments on the top floor.  Amazing experience.

I've often wondered how the subway tracks are cleaned, and when that happens.  Rarely am I out past midnight at any point during the week, but last night I had a very late dinner with a friend who lives in Queens and found myself heading back to the city around 1:30 a.m.  What I found on the platform of the Manhattan bound M/R were about thirty guys down on the track with brooms, sweeping up all the trash.  And when I say trash, I am referring to garbage that is soaked in water and most likely, urine.  Obviously they have to work feverishly before the next train arrives, and move to the median when this happens.  I think it definitely ranks at the top of my "I would rather have a tooth pulled than do this job" list.

New York (as well as most other states up here) take their professional football very seriously, so you can imagine how big of a deal tomorrow is for everyone here.  I've seen homemade signs in restaurants, office buildings, apartments, on the subway, designs in chocolate shops and on cookie cakes (yes, I've been back to Miss Fields) all in support of the Giants.  I plan to go to a friend's house to watch the game, and am excited to see the city decked out in blue and red.  Naturally, the part I am looking forward to most is the food.  Just about everyone in my office has already taken Monday off in preparation, and I am honestly shocked it has not been deemed an official holiday.  I may be the only one in this city excited for Monday though, as I will be attending my first target shooting training that evening.  What a great way to start off a week!