It’s Super Bowl Sunday! Yay!

Here it comes. Super Bowl Sunday. Our biggest unofficial holiday. The tv media is all abuzz with it, especially deflated balls. Since none of my teams are in the Super Bowl, I shouldn’t care. But I do. I’ve begun to wonder if I should be a football fan. I’m concerned about injuries the football players suffer.  Sometimes our football reminds me of the Roman games played in huge coliseums. After all, it’s those hits we like isn’t it, but that’s what causes the injuries they say. Should we throw a lion, or a tiger, or a slave into the mix to see what happens? Uh, probably not. I bet our football stadiums are bigger than Roman coliseums, and our football players bigger and badder than their gladiators, so how far away are we from those Romans and their games? Now I’ve begun to wonder if we should also worry about cheating. Do deflated footballs cause that much trouble? I did like that one comment, which I think was from a deflated Colts player, “They could have been throwing bars of soap and still beat us.” Hope that wasn’t a cheat quote too. Well, I’ve changed my mind, I’m going to be for the Seahawks, even though they humiliated the Broncos last year. I just don’t like cheating. Hope neither team does.

And onward we go. Really, the one or two or three big reasons to watch our Super Bowl, fan or not, is #1 the commercials (I hate beer but love Budweiser commercials); #2 Katy Perry (seriously doubt if any part of her costume is going to fall off during the half-time show); and #3 all the food I, and everyone else in the United States, is planning on eating on Sunday. For all you cooks out there, male or female, a quick search of the Internet will reveal that everyone from Betty Crocker to Walmart has delicious Super Bowl recipes and foods for you. I got ‘Fifty Crowd-Pleasing Dips,” “Touchdown Scoring Snacks,” and “Get Ready for Game Time” emails just this morning. And that doesn’t include the ones I’ve already deleted. I’m not planning much, but do have my Super Bowl menu planned. Its hot links, beans, and a half-gallon of ice cream. I may throw in some nachos for a snack. One seller tickled me by offering a discount on dvd movies for those not interested in football. Oh no! Ladies, don’t go there. I found out many, many years ago that football games are the best time to crochet. Yep, one year way way way back when, I crocheted Christmas gifts for everyone in the family while watching the Chicago Bears every Sunday. It’s easy. Start your project, when a play gets underway, stop, watch play, watch re-run of play, yell at the ref, and go back to your crochet project while tv analysts tell you what happened. You don’t need to watch the analysts, unless they are retired football players of course. I personally like our own Troy Aikman, from Checotah and courtesy of the OU Sooners. He’s kind of nice to look at. And he doesn’t like deflated footballs either. Just this fall, I, as a fairly new great-grandma, have crochet five baby afghans, and the sixth (a baby blue project) will be in my lap on Super Bowl Sunday. And take note, according to my emails just this morning, every craft store in the world has put yarn on sale. I gotta go shopping!

But oh darn, Sunday is the last day for football until late next summer when, yes, I even watch pre-season games, hoping one, just one, of the football teams I favor, can get it together and get to the biggest sports spectacle on earth. There are those who would argue that premise. And they might be right. I speak of those who favor soccer. And according to all the hype it got last year when some sort of world championship was held in South America, soccer may well be the world’s biggest sporting event. I’ve tried watching soccer. I couldn’t get into it. Yep, guess I’m stuck with my rough and tough American football, even with its injuries, cheating and commercialism, and I will watch every play on Sunday, in between baby afghans of course. Go Seahawks!