Eve Before the Big Game
Is it the hype? Perhaps I simply enjoy watching the Super Bowl. Maybe I like the idea of appetizers—guacamole, sliced up carrots and celery—hummus and wine. Maybe I enjoy speculating about who will win, thinking about who deserves to win, reading and listening to the human interest stories.
There's something about the spectacle—even the weather gets into the picture. Who plays best in what conditions? What does Las Vegas think? What are the odds for each team?
Then there are the questions posed this week—and answered and answered by analysts and couch potatoes. Are they only guessing? Do they have an inside track?
Who will fumble? Who will take their eye off the ball? Who will run the wrong route? Who will throw a pass between defenders for a bulls eye? Who will intercept the football? Who will carry the ball over and over? Who will dance in the end zone?
What advertisement will get my vote? Will the talking turtles be back? How will I rate the half-time show?
Today we bought the fixings for minestrone soup because we can prepare it way before the game. Our neighbor invited us to a Super Bowl party, but this year the Patriots aren't in the Super Bowl and a large party doesn't seem appropriate.
Besides there's something about your own refrigerator and having the freedom to talk to the television, to analyze the plays—even when you only understand a smattering of football logistics. If I yell—"call a flea flicker," no one will say, "why now?"
There's something about the spectacle—even the weather gets into the picture. Who plays best in what conditions? What does Las Vegas think? What are the odds for each team?
Then there are the questions posed this week—and answered and answered by analysts and couch potatoes. Are they only guessing? Do they have an inside track?
Who will fumble? Who will take their eye off the ball? Who will run the wrong route? Who will throw a pass between defenders for a bulls eye? Who will intercept the football? Who will carry the ball over and over? Who will dance in the end zone?
What advertisement will get my vote? Will the talking turtles be back? How will I rate the half-time show?
Today we bought the fixings for minestrone soup because we can prepare it way before the game. Our neighbor invited us to a Super Bowl party, but this year the Patriots aren't in the Super Bowl and a large party doesn't seem appropriate.
Besides there's something about your own refrigerator and having the freedom to talk to the television, to analyze the plays—even when you only understand a smattering of football logistics. If I yell—"call a flea flicker," no one will say, "why now?"
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