One day, two crazy accurate predictions

January 27, 1991.

The National Football league held its 1990 season championship game (Super Bowl XXV) at Tampa Stadium.

I was at my sister's apartment for the game and in pregame Budweiser was advertising the third version of what they call the Bud Bowl where bottles of Budweiser faced bottles of Bud Light featuring Chris Berman, Don Meredith and Keith Jackson calling the action.

I stated Bud Light would win by returning a kickoff for a touchdown in the final play of the game after multiple laterals and going through the Budweiser band.

Bud Bowl 3 video

After it was shown, I raised my arms in triumph as all the others in the apartment were stunned. Apparently they did not remember the 1982 Stanford/Cal game where the same thing happened and I correctly guessed they would copy it.

The other prediction was based on what happened before the game. A mediocre pop star named Whitney Houston did a rendition of the National Anthem that was painful for me to hear. To be nice, it sounded like she was being erotically stimulated while under the influence of narcotics.

What surprised me was that due to the first invasion of Iraq the country was over the top patriotic and that version become so popular that she became famous. The radio station at my job was replaying it every day for 3 months and it became widely played since.

The worst part is that today many try to repeat her fame by overdoing that song. It has gotten to the point when while watching a game on TV, I will either pause or change the channel for the anthem until they get off the playing field stating that I turn on the tv to watch a game. (If I am attending, I will stand quietly out of respect for the ceremony.)

The prediction came a little while later when I announced at my job that on the day Whitney Houston is found dead in a hotel bathtub, there will be one hell of a party that I will be at with a whole bunch of alcohol and a whole lot of "adult fun" in celebration of her demise.

I was ridiculed by my coworkers as I was a virgin at the time I made that announcement.

So where was I on February 11, 2012 when her death was announced? On my way to the Westin North Shore hotel for a local sci-fi convention called Capricon.

Where did I spend much of that night? At a party sponsored by a group called Barfleet. Though I will not provide details, my prediction definitely came true though not completely as unlike most who were on a "away mission" for the U.B.S. Abandon (ship), I was celebrating the death of an enemy on that crazy, wonderful night.