Merry Super Bowl...

Today is the second-largest food-buying holiday in the U.S.A. It's a sort of secular holiday, a celebration of sorts, of an American tradition that gets all the hype and a whole lot of antacids. 

Years ago, we used to host a big party: potluck foods, party favors, wedging chairs and footstools into our tiny apartment living room. Over time, people have moved, we have moved, and this year, it's just the two of us. I won't be making the usual fat-fest, but there will be a nod to years past. Buffalo chicken tenders, sweet potato fries, and a garden salad sound good. No, there will not be a crockpot full of mini weenies, nor will there be a bucket of Velveeta/salsa dip. Those have been relegated to the past, which is likely more healthy anyhow.

O, the game. Yeah, I don't really have a favorite in the fight this year. I'm moderately interested in the Kelce brothers and that side story that is heartwarming and interesting. I'm curious how well Mahomes will do with his recently-injured ankle. But ultimately, someone will win, someone will not, and the advertisers will make a ton of money exchange hands. Maybe the halftime show won't suck-- but it usually disappoints, mainly due to the fact that they usually get some entertainers who are trying to reboot their careers. We'll see how it goes. Does anyone else remember that dismal Madonna performance? Or the strange face-masks that looked like athletic supporters from just a couple of years ago? Or the odd "light show" during Tom Petty's performance that really looked a little NSF? Let's just not have another "wardrobe malfunction" to dominate the news tomorrow.

It's almost baseball season, anyhow. 

C