Most of the women there didn't appear to care about the outcome of the game and so they busied themselves in the kitchen, gossiping among themselves and keeping the snacks coming to us guys in the living room. But when it came to commercials, they all dashed in to see them as that was evidently the main form of entertainment for them.
The bathroom was a mess. I was ashamed of the behavior of my fellow guys as they were totally missing the toilet and in consideration of the ladies, I would occasionally run some toilet paper around the floor to sop up the splatter and flush it down the toilet.
I ended up not sleeping well that night because I had a big headache, probably because of all the snack foods and beers that I had. Super Bowls appear to be all about overconsumption.
Anyhow, I hope Philadelphia wins the Super Bowl on Sunday Night because I'm tired of Taylor Swift and those Kelce brothers. I know Trump will be there and he might be rooting for Kansas City because some of the players speak well of him. But in any case, I won't be watching, because I'm taking my wife that night to an Indian restaurant in which I will have a big plate of Punjabi lamb curry with a Masala omelette.
I don't care what all you people think about that.
I am waiting for YOUR first book of short stories, because you are such a great and entertaining writer!
I am sick of those kelce brothers.