1929 Super Short

Sports is not my forte. But I do have it powerfully impinge on my consciousness from time to time, like a slam dunk over the goal posts.
Take the recent power debacle in the Super-Duper Bowl. What got me was not the power outage itself, since 30 some minutes in a large, balmy, covered room seemed minute compared to the freezing days we spent without power last winter.
No, it was the reaction afterwards that struck me as funny. Everybody started to play a different game; the blame game. Who was responsible? What was responsible? Was it a relay switch? Was it the human person who programmed the switch? Was it negligence? Supply chain breakdown in someone's department or someone else's?
If it got you scratching your head like drying sweat helmet itch consider this. It's all about the lawsuit. Someone, notably the TV network, had a lot of time shifting to worry about. That means commercials paid for and not. That means people scrambling around building up big paychecks. That means sportscasters without a script looking dumb.
Not the kind of sports short they're used to commenting on.
That means someone has got to pay. And it will most likely be the deepest pockets they can sue to get the money. So if it is a faulty part, the part maker is the party to whom the party-ending bill will be presented. If it was a human who mis-programmed the part, then Mercedes Benz Superdome stadium management better check their comprehensive insurance policy.
I suspect that in the end they'll determine it was FEMA's fault. When in doubt, blame the feds. Maybe they laid down some defective electrical cable last time they were in the area.
What's Michael Brown doing these days?
America, ya gotta love it.