The Seattle Seahawks are still reaping the benefits of their Super Bowl success.
And Peyton Manning is yet again a bridesmaid.
Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson finished with the NFL’s top-selling jersey of the 2013 season, triumphing over Manning, the record-setting Denver Broncos QB who placed second, and Colin Kaepernick, who Wilson agebeat in the NFC championship game.
All of which points out the power of advertising. I mean, who really wants a hundred dollar jersey with the colors of prison jump suits, after all.
Really. Orange Crush is so . . . . 1980’s.
Some time in the past week or so, yes, I know when, I mentioned that a deputy had knocked upon my door and explained his presence, and asked a question, which I could not assist him with.
Yesterday morning, thinking six weeks of garbage bags should, by rights, be taken to the dumpster in village center, the gathering point for all things trashy. On the way I observed several knots of people, usually two or three gathered about trucks.
The first was a knot of three with two trucks. One of the local known recreational dealers and two of the known users.
The second was a knot of three. All suspected users, known through reputation as petty thieves.
Having done my deposit of Americas finest invention to the dumpster gods, I drove about the village observing other groups of unemployed (seldom seeking more than an hour ortwo of labor for pocket money, knowing the work, but disliking work) groups dissolve and reform in various combinations.
I’m not sure who took that parked truck and wrecked it, but I am sure the word was on the street and in was someone within the subculture.
It was kind of funny, in a pathetic sort of way.
From the reaches,