Are you ready for some football?
I don't much care for the sport.
I understand the game, and
I think the scenery is nice (ahem!),
but it's too violent for me
and I keep thinking about head injury.
I got snookered into it this year by my friend Jim,
who wangled an invite to see the playoff games at my house
two weekends ago.
So now, I have to see it to its conclusion.
I've got the meal in the crock pot.
We are laying low this afternoon to be sharp for this evening.
My husband has been watching Sports Pontification
on the TV since before noon.
Like most everyone in Maine, we are rooting for the Patriots.
Did you know that Maine used to be part of Massachusetts?
Before 1820, when Maine became the 23rd state,
this territory we live in was filled with
reckless drivers who talk even funnier
than we do.
(I'm only describing eastern Massachusetts people.
Those from the western part of the state more closely resemble Mainers.
...for the most part, anyway.)
When it comes to sports allegiance,
Mainers still remember their Massachusetts roots.
We are diehard Red Sox fans, Celtics fans,
Bruins fans and Patriot fans.
Tonight there will be no cars moving downtown
(unless I sneak out for gelato),
and after 5:30 it would be a great time to
go grocery shopping at Shaw's or Hannaford's.
I'll be knitting in the tv room.
Watching the commercials and the scenery.
Looking up whenever the crowd really roars.
Do you watch the Superbowl?
If so, is it for the commercials,
the half time show,
the boys in tight pants,
or for the game itself?
I'm eager to know.