As most of you know, today is the super bowl. A David and Goilith battle, I am told, with my "hometown" boys, the New England Patriots being the Goilith to the David of the Philly Eagles. And, as boston is currently my home, this leads to much excitement in the homestead. After all, not only would it be wonderful if the Pats won again (third year, I think?) but that would be TWO Boston champions in one year (yes, I know they are the new england patriots, and not the boston patriots, but let's be realistic, what other city is big enough to claim them in new england? Providence? Concord? Bangor? Right, point proven.)

But as this is another Boston team doing well, I get to recieve my multitudes of warnings as to my behavior and decorum during this most esteemed of days. I get an e-mail from the Dean of the law school, reminding all of us good little law students to stay away from the inevitable riot that will occur at Kenmore Square in the even of a Patriots win. I, along with the 30,000 other students at BU, get an "invitation" to watch the game on the big screen at the stadium at BU, so I can have an evening of non-alcoholic revelery, to cheer for the Patriots without joining the drunken masses. But my favorite e-mail was the university wide one, enlightening me of the punishments students recieved for the LAST set of drunken stupidity that washed over Boston (yes, the Red Sox, silly...) I was warned of my impending explusion, and potential criminal sanctions if I partook in the flipping of cars, or setting of fires, or general mayhem that will inevitably occur everytime you stick too many 18-22 year olds in close proximity to each other with alcohol and something to cheer for. Because in the end, it is not like the majority of the people that are rioting are the "True" fans of the Patriots (or the Red Sox). They are college kids, who came here for school and latched on to the "We hate Yankees, we love Red Sox because they give us an excuse to get drunk with my friends" craze every year.

In the end, I do not blame these kids. Most of the Boston schools are generally not known for their athletics (exception given to the hockey teams, but many americans just do not appreciate a good hockey game.) We don't have college football to go root for en masse, painted strange colors (BC, you are not in boston, you do not count.) So the college masses latch onto what they can cheer for, the Red Sox and the Pats. For this I say "Hurrah young college kids. Enjoy the drunken nights and hangover mornings. Cheer for your teams till you lose your voice. Beware of the evil cops who will spoil your fun."

"But most of all, don't flip over my car."