Anyway, the Super Bowl for me is mostly an unpleasant experience. All the wives are suddenly interested because they want to see the commercials (which are almost always horrid anyhow) and then you have to sit there and explain the game to them. "What's a cornerback?" "What does 3rd and goal mean?" "Why do field goals count as three points?" And all the junk food...bowls of chips and pretzels and goopy stuff that you don't know what it is. Everybody sticking their grubby hands in the bowls of food and little pieces of chip falling on the rug and between the cushions on the couch. Gets me nauseous just thinking about it.
I'm taking the dog for a walk. A very long walk. And I don't care how cold it is outside.
Anyway, the Super Bowl for me is mostly an unpleasant experience. All the wives are suddenly interested because they want to see the commercials (which are almost always horrid anyhow) and then you have to sit there and explain the game to them. “What’s a cornerback?” “What does 3rd and goal mean?” “Why do field goals count as three points?” And all the junk food...bowls of chips and pretzels and goopy stuff that you don’t know what it is. Everybody sticking their grubby hands in the bowls of food and little pieces of chip falling on the rug and between the cushions on the couch. Gets me nauseous just thinking about it.
I’m taking the dog for a walk. A very long walk. And I don’t care how cold it is outside.
P.S. Kept the sound turned up for the parade. Chris Collinsworth wasn’t there.