Super Bowl Sunday

I’ve got to get a life! Every year Super Bowl Sunday comes around and I usually watch the game alone.

Marie tries hard to make me feel like I’m watching in a room with a bunch of jocks, but when she can’t name one player on either team, it’s not the same.

Not only that, when I asked her what she was thinking of for dinner, you could tell that she wasn’t thinking like a guy. She was planning a stir-fry, something healthy. Now every self-respecting man knows that a Super Bowl meal has to have things like pizza, onion rings and wings. Any that is thrown on a grill is permissible, too. Bean sprouts, tofu and vegetables are definitely not on the menu.

Fortunately, I got her interested in a romantic movie and she didn’t feel like making supper, so I told her to rest and I would make it. You guessed it, pizza!

We had to go out this evening, so I knew I wasn’t going to watch the whole game. We had a half an hour to spend. Marie decided she would join me to keep me company. Great, I thought, at least I didn’t have to watch the game alone. She promptly came in and fell asleep in the chair.

I’m not angry with Marie at all. Not everyone likes football. In fact, for most of the season, I don’t like it, but this is the Super Bowl.

We got back early enough for me to catch the final five minutes or so. Fortunately, a lot of the excitement happened in those fleeting moments. It certainly was an exciting game.

Tomorrow she will probably ask me who won, but the way she figures it, there are many more important things in the world than the outcome of a football game. Come to think of it, she’s right. But for one night my hope is next year I will be surrounded by a bunch of the guys and forgetting about all of the things that are more important.