My kids love Super Bowl day.
We have a tradition - going back quite a few years - of doing a junk food/appetizer dinner, and that makes them all very happy. For one night they get away from their crazy mom and her whole wheat pasta and great big bowls of steamed veggies. We go to the store and pick out the greasiest, nastiest frozen appetizers we can find and cook them up. Mozzarella sticks. Onion rings. Buffalo wings. Pizza bagels. Egg rolls. Normally we also do chips and salsa, but this year the two bags of chips I had bought and hid mysteriously "disappeared". I always put out carrots and dip, but even I know I'm delusional. This day is not about raw carrots.
Personally, I don't get football. Every single year I volunteer to work Super Bowl day because I just don't care, and I figure someone does and would like the day off. Now, the Wimbledon finals is not a weekend you'll ever find me working, and the last Saturday of the US Open - Super Saturday - is third on my major holiday list, right after Christmas and Thanksgiving. Besides, I'm already exhausted and in sports overload from the Australian Open, even if I had to watch it all in replay since the 17 hour time difference kills me. I have gotten up in the middle of the night to watch it live, but not this year. Probably just as well. I'm a huge Roger Federer fan. If I'm gonna cry, it should at least be daylight outside. But my kids are not me, and they look forward to the Super Bowl with a vengeance. Every single year.
And the game? Oh, we never turn the game on. Super Bowl day has nothing to do with football.`
Monday, February 2, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM