Ahhh! Let the festivities begin. Connie and I started the superbowl holiday by going to do our weekly shopping. While I picked up an RX and a light fixture, Connie did the food shopping. Since I completed my tasks first, I sat on a bench at the exit and watched the shoppers go by. I did a beer brand survey. Bud lite was far and away the winner. I think the stuff tastes like skimmed swamp water, but that is only my opinion. Guinness Stout; now there is a real beer. The munchies that were purchased were an eclectic assortment of barbecued junk food. I predict there will be more than a few upset stomachs by the time the game is over tonight. (Maybe even by half time)
Experience has taught us NOT to go to the super bowl night at the community clubhouse. It is sort of distracting to see two 80 year old men get in a fistfight over a supposedly bad game call while their wives pull each other’s hair. I will have to admit that they do get into the spirit of the game. Football is a hard game to figure out. People in the stadium seem to cheer if a player either catches a ball or if he drops one. It’s hard to tell if it is the same people doing both. Their faces are usually obscured by the sponge rubber #1 figures on their hands.
Sadly, I will miss the game. I plan to install a light fixture in the laundry room. At least I will enjoy myself.
Dal
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