The Superbowl and Me

… I have to double-down on Co-Conspirator Sasha’s Superbowl post.  I seem to lack the spectator sports gene. I’ll spend a couple of hours working out today, but, well, I can’t actually remember how football is scored.  Beloved Daughter is headed over to a friend’s house to watch the game with a Real Family whose father will make sliders and stuff.  She noted with derision that I got mixed up and thought Superbowl Sunday was last weekend and asked if she wanted to hang out with me and watch the game.  I think I’m going to head to the gym and do a lot of dead lifts and squats and bench presses. And then eat a bag of Doritos.

Update:  Okay, I’m watching.  My Beloved Wife is explaining it to me as we go.  Where are my sliders and Doritos?  It’s kinda cool.  One thing I hadn’t realized.  Half the players seem to be stunningly built, and must have speed and coordination on top of that.  But the other half seem to be sumo wrestlers – although they must be pretty darn fast and dancer-like coordination as well, even with all the heft.  Pittsburgh just made a touchdown in the 4th quarter and the game just got much more exciting again.