From 1999 to 2004-ish, I was one of the contributing writers for Garrison Keillor's renowned radio show "A Prairie Home Companion." I learned a lot of things there, mostly how to spell 'prairie." It was a solid gig and I'm proud of my work there. But, like any other job, there were...things...
Here's one of those sketches that didn't leave much of an impression, on them or me. I don't remember creating this. It's basically a episodic bit, where I assembled a series of odd observations and lines and some family jokes that got repeated each year about the game thant I had been sitting on for a while. It's so like, no wonder I don't remember it. And it would have been too late to submit elsewhere.
Super Bowl
W2: I mean these guys take this Super Bowl so seriously, like it's a holiday or something.
W1: How can it be that important? It's not like Hallmark makes a card for it. So where are the boys?
W2: Down at the supermarket stocking up.
M1: Look at this; Super Bowl t-shirts, Super Bowl bobble head figures, Super Bowl pins, Super Bowl foam-rubber fingers.
M2: I know. It's terrible. Super Bowl has gotten so commercial.
M1: Really. They've forgotten the true meaning of Super Bowl.
M2: Indeed. It's the only place I know where tailgating is a good thing.
M1: So, we got corn chips, barbecue chips, sour cream and onion chips, salt & vinegar chips, salsa chips, pizza chips...anything else?
M2: I don't know. We might be a little light on the chips.
M1: Well, if we get enough beer, they shouldn't notice.
M2: Oh, man, they're out of beer helmets!
M1: So what's the half-time show?
M2: It's a salute to 100 years of powered flight, featuring the models from Victoria's Secret.
M1: It's like a history lesson brought to life!
W2: So what do you want to do?
W1: I don't know. I suppose we could go to the movies. There are a couple of movies I'd like to see that Doug won't go to, like "Far Side of the Heart," "Cry Until it Hurts," or "Marriage & Disease."
W2: Or we could go to that male strip club.
AN: Can't agree about Super Bowl Sunday? Then make a reservation at Jensen's Restaurant and their Super Bowl brunch. The perfect place to bring the wife and kids or a bunch of your friends who enjoy a good brunch. So whether the quarterback is scrambling for daylight or the chef is scrambling the eggs, Jensen's is happy to serve. Try our super bowl of cereal for the kiddies.
GK: Jensen's Restaurant, home of the Super Bowl Brunch. Ladies half price.
W1: How can it be that important? It's not like Hallmark makes a card for it. So where are the boys?
W2: Down at the supermarket stocking up.
M1: Look at this; Super Bowl t-shirts, Super Bowl bobble head figures, Super Bowl pins, Super Bowl foam-rubber fingers.
M2: I know. It's terrible. Super Bowl has gotten so commercial.
M1: Really. They've forgotten the true meaning of Super Bowl.
M2: Indeed. It's the only place I know where tailgating is a good thing.
M1: So, we got corn chips, barbecue chips, sour cream and onion chips, salt & vinegar chips, salsa chips, pizza chips...anything else?
M2: I don't know. We might be a little light on the chips.
M1: Well, if we get enough beer, they shouldn't notice.
M2: Oh, man, they're out of beer helmets!
M1: So what's the half-time show?
M2: It's a salute to 100 years of powered flight, featuring the models from Victoria's Secret.
M1: It's like a history lesson brought to life!
W2: So what do you want to do?
W1: I don't know. I suppose we could go to the movies. There are a couple of movies I'd like to see that Doug won't go to, like "Far Side of the Heart," "Cry Until it Hurts," or "Marriage & Disease."
W2: Or we could go to that male strip club.
AN: Can't agree about Super Bowl Sunday? Then make a reservation at Jensen's Restaurant and their Super Bowl brunch. The perfect place to bring the wife and kids or a bunch of your friends who enjoy a good brunch. So whether the quarterback is scrambling for daylight or the chef is scrambling the eggs, Jensen's is happy to serve. Try our super bowl of cereal for the kiddies.
GK: Jensen's Restaurant, home of the Super Bowl Brunch. Ladies half price.
