Day Ten: Back to Dublin and Super Bowl Sunday
Since I am obviously imperious to the ramifications of lack of sleep (we had to wake up at 4:3o am to make the bus that would take us to the airport and then home, getting a total of three hours of sleep) I hopped on the bandwagon of watching the 49’ers and Chiefs face off at a club downtown. For an individual who struggles watching the Huskers play back at home, even with the luxury of watching them in Memorial Stadium, you can imagine how I felt about my partaking in said event. But I’m American. And so is football. And I would be besmirching my family name, as well as, Nebraska if I did not bite the bullet and go.
So I saddled up and went. And naturally, I had a ton of fun. The bar was serving fries and wings and Guinness and they had a huge section of the bar reserved for the game and its fans. We met US students from all over the states and played pong in the corner during the commercials until our hearts were content. It was glorious.
Another Murphy In Ireland 