I have a long tradition with the Superbowl, and most of them I even remember past the 3rd quarter.
Now let me just say, in my defense, those memories usually depended upon which team I picked to win. And sometimes I wasn’t such a good picker.
Back in the day when my friends and I still thought we could hang like we did in college, if your chosen team was scored upon in any which way, it was a side game bet for our fellow party goers to see just how easily us losers could traverse crawling OUT the living room window, dropping DOWN to the driveway and partaking of a penalty shot. Oh. How. Dumb. In. Our. Youth. Yet another reason I’m thankful my twenties are in my rear view mirror.
This year, given my beloved 49ers are out of the running, it REALLY, really, really is all about the food: making, eating and grazing again.
He’s a good cook that boy.