OK, here’s how we start – it’s 7 of 9* in a silver wrap:
And here’s the latest – the newest giant gold Super Bowl 50 “50.” It’s “7 of 10” in a gold wrap:
In the words of Hannibal Lecter, what could be more inapproriate?
Oh maybe this, a random SF tech bro’s gold-wrapped Lambo:
And the funny thing is that SB50 doesn’t really affect me myself a whit – I already know which areas to avoid, like the plague, so I’m not personally aggravated at all. Simply, SB50 was a bad deal for us, SB50 was a sad deal for us. And say what you will about how this football match down in Santa Clara somehow makes us a “world-class city,” but it doesn’t, not at all. And wouldn’t you admit that this event would be a better deal for us if the NFL kicked in for all what we’re doing for them? You know, like $5 million or $10 million or whatever figure people calculate long after we can do anything about it? What did the America’s Cup end up losing us, something like low 8 figures, right? (At least we didn’t guarantee PSL revenue for the already-failed Levi’s Stadium the way Santa Clara did, so things could be worse, I’ll admit.) Anyway, the people pushing the America’s Cup on us admitted it would only really pay off if the event came back two or three times in the coming decade. But we know now that that’s not gonna happen. And similarly, I can’t see the NFL wanting to come back here in seven years or whatever our civic boosters are counting on / yearning for. Sry.
That’s a wrap!
*Here’s all what I know about Star Trek – it was such a rip off of Forbidden Planet it’s not even funny, Tribbles, Spock dies / gets reborn, somehow, Khaaaaaaan!, and the character name Seven of Nine, that’s it, sry. (Oh, and don’t miss the cosplay version. Yowzer.)