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Live Blogging the Super Bowl

Hey internet,

My friend Liz is visiting me in Berlin for the next few weeks. She’s my New Yawkah friend (with accent and all) and has convinced me to watch this game called the Super Bowl. I’m not a stranger to the sport (I did grow up in Texas after all), but you could safely say it’s not my favorite. Yet, it’s after midnight and I find myself at an “American Sports Bar” in Berlin, simultaneously watching on four different TV screens, America’s most commercial/profitable/boring sporting event of the year.

I find myself here, live-blogging, what it’s like to be an American abroad watching the Super Bowl. Here we go…

12:02 a.m. — We arrive just two minutes late for our “reservation.” We’d come by earlier in the day and written our name on a piece of paper which was left at the bar. I wasn’t sure that counted as a “reservation” but the woman at the counter seemed to think it would be sufficient. Of course when we get here, there’s no one who knows about our reservation, but it doesn’t matter. There’s more than a few empty tables and unclaimed reservations.

12:06 a.m. — We’ve successfully gotten the WLAN (wifi) code, so I’m all good. You’ll find me on Twitter.

12:07 a.m. — We order the “Mix-Platte.” It promises chicken wings, cheese sticks and onion rings. I’m officially excited about this sporting event.

12:20 a.m. — Officially not excited.

Mix plate - fingerfoods

What is this?!

12:25 a.m. — The National Anthem’s now on. I feel so American with half a cheese stick in my mouth. We’re eating this food, but it’s just not very good. It’s actively pretty terrible. There’s some sort of white, translucent vegetable. And an orange, translucent vegetable that is NOT a carrot. Neither is good.

Lots of sporty things happening on the TV now

1:11 a.m. — The Patriots score and Liz has found all her enemies in the room. It seems she’s for the Seahawks, but vehemently denies this. “I’m for anyone who will make Bill Belichick and Tom Brady cry because #fuckthepatriots.”

More sporty things. Other people score. I’m on Twitter. Liz is happy, sad, now happy again. I don’t know.

adam burger

This is my chicken burger. It’s boring. But the only other thing I ate today was a cupcake, so I’m pretty excited about this.


It’s after 2 a.m. and I’ve just had a pretty boring chicken burger. But I don’t care because I just discovered the most amazing Twitter hashtag #superballswithomosexuals — and just in time for the Half-Time Show.

2:02 a.m. — Liz hates this guy sitting across from us. He’s cheering too much for the Patriots and does an annoying dance every time the Pats do something good.

2:12 a.m. — Katy Perry is on a horse. Or a tiger? I don’t care. She’s awesome.

2:13 a.m. — HOT. Silver tin men on a checkerboard.

2:14 a.m. — Those shoes!

2:17 a.m. — Those sharks are so cute. (You’ll never hear me say that again.) Also, I spy a rainbow in those backup singers’ outfits.

2:21a.m. — This is clearly the best part of the night. Baby, you’re a firework.

2:25 a.m. — First commercial we’ve seen all night and it’s an ad for football. WTF.

2:33 a.m. — Just returned from the toilet. REMEMBER: In Germany, you must sit to pee.

sit to pee

2:38 a.m. — Liz is obsessed with repeating what the German announcers say, but adds in her own Denglish. “Einen Touchdown.”

2:45 a.m. — The guys at the table next to us just got a plate of nachos. It comes with cole slaw on top. ON TOP. That is 100% not okay. Liz: “It’s fucked up.” Sorry, Germany, you just don’t know what you’re doing.

 2:51 a.m. — My interest in the football match is waning, but we’ve got milkshakes on the way. So I’ll stick around.

3;05 a.m. — Milkshake is here. It’s not awful. In fact, it’s probably the best thing I’ve eaten in this “restaurant” all night. (That’s not saying much.)


3:13 a.m. — My computer battery is at 26%. If it dies before this game ends, I don’t know what I’ll do.

3:21 a.m. — I miss Katy Perry. Let’s bring that back. There’s too much football on.


Lots of sports still happening. Isn’t it over yet?


3:43 a.m. — Apparently only four minutes left. Which means, what, 20more minutes? Americans were never good at math…

3:45 a.m. — I can’t believe I’ve gone this entire game at a crappy restaurant/bar not having seen a single commercial. Now I understand why sports fans love Twitter though — watching my Twitter stream is just enough entertainment to get me through this.

3:54 a.m. — Liz tries to order the check. “Koenne dir wuzcala” which is a terrible attempt of Können wir bezahlen. Our waiter does not understand at all, but the universal hand gesture works just fine.

4:00 a.m. — Literally 20 seconds left to the game, and all the TVs and sound in the bar goes off. This place fails at hosting a Super Bowl party.

4:22 a.m. — Home. Liz isn’t happy with the game’s outcome. I was briefly excited by the fight, but mostly I’m just happy to be home and not wearing pants again.

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Let me know if you liked this blog format in the comments, please. If so, I’ll try to do it more often when it’s possible/practical. Otherwise I’ll just see you on Twitter where I’m more fun anyways…

  1. Kozue says:

    Thank you for a funny post…
    I’ve seen “American Sports Bar” only in movies, and people seemed to enjoy it in the screen, but the problem is that yours is in Berlin. I have “What is this?!” experiences, too, when I tried some Japanese food in foreign countries. I think it’s also travel experience.
    Good luck on your next trip, Adam!

  2. Jeruen says:

    This is hilarious! Personally, I found the food comments more amusing than the live-blogging format. And I think I definitely won’t walk into that restaurant you have been to in the near future.

    • Adam says:

      :) Thanks Jeruen! It was a fun way to simultaneously enjoy the game and get to write. And yes – avoid the restaurant unless you’re up for an adventure…

  3. So funny Adam! I especially liked your quips about the game. I remember being invited to go see a private Super Bowl Match party by another American guy called Adam. :) Anyway, we must have been about 20 people consisting of British, Irish, Russian, Australian, NZ, & German. There were 4 Americans in the group. The rest of us hadn’t a clue about the game so the boys tried to show how masculine they were by sorting out the BBQ, and we girls spent the night eyeing the boy candy. One American did try to explain everything but it sounded boring, and just looking at the hot guys and girls was more fun, so we covered him in cushions & ditched him LOL!

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