A few years ago we spent a few days at the Escapees Dreamcatcher RV Park in Deming, New Mexico, and one Sunday morning when I went up to the office to check out so we could go on to Arizona, everybody was amazed that we’d travel on Super Bowl Sunday. I probably further advanced their belief that I must not be a real red blooded American male because I replied “No, I just had a big bowl of Frosted Flakes, I don’t have room for a sundae. Besides, it’s too early for ice cream
I keep hearing about this thing called a Super Bowl, and apparently it’s pretty important to a lot of people, so when my buddy Jim Lewis said he wanted to watch it yesterday, I figured what the heck, I’d check it out and see what everybody is so excited about.
As it turns out, it’s a football game, not a really big bowl that you can put two gallons of ice cream in! Who knew?
I think I’m probably one of the few men around who isn’t parked in front of the television, eating junk food and watching the Super Bowl every year. While I do love junk food, football just doesn’t do a thing for me. Just because I’m built like a football doesn’t mean I have to like it. Of course I don’t watch baseball, hockey, golf, or any other organized sport either.
Seriously, yesterday was the first time in my life that I watched an entire football game of any kind. I’ve also never watched a college or pro basketball game, or a baseball game either. I do occasionally enjoy a good boxing match, and I’ve been known to catch the Indy 500 a time or two. But team sports just are not my thing. Maybe because so many college and pro athletes are such spoiled, arrogant jerks.
That being said, it was a pretty good game and it looked like the Falcons were going to win it clear into the third quarter, but the New England Patriots came back at the last minute and pulled it out. Jim had to explain a lot of what was going on to me, and I hate to admit it, but I actually found it interesting. If they ever do another one of those Super Bowl things again, I just may watch it.
Of course, the best part of the game was the delicious key lime pie that Miss Terry made for us from scratch to eat while we watched. That was better than a great big super bowl full of ice cream!
The Patriots weren’t the only winners last night. Congratulations Max Stuckey Jr., winner of our drawing for an audiobook of Dog’s Run, my mystery set in a small Midwestern town in 1951. We had 132 entries this time around. Stay tuned, a new contest starts soon.
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What? A football newbie?? It was a nail biter game, a great one for your first.. In spite of the arrogance, you have to admit those guys are athletic as all get out. I can’t watch Nascar … but I’d watch anything for a key lime pie!!
It’s funny that you watched your first Superbowl yesterday since the same thing happened to my husband and me. We don’t watch team sports at all (my husband is from Iceland so doesn’t care) but my father was visiting us so of course we had to watch and did end up enjoying it.
I never turned my tv on yesterday. Me thinks Jim is a bad influence on you. 🙂
Yea, it was a great game. It was the first football game Bev and I have watched since the last Super Bowl Game. We used to be fanatics (49er fans), but since we hit the road in Jan 08 we haven’t watched any games but the Super Bowl. Go figure…
Afternoon nap bowl was more important,, But then again, any day that I don’t work and get to take a nap is right up there The ZZzzzzzz,s won
What’s football?
Sounds like a bad birth defect…………………