Me and My Big Super Bowl Mouth
Because I took to my blog last week to call the Super Bowl lame, MTM now has more invitations to places with big game watching televisions than he knows what to do with. Places where – people have promised – he can work crossword puzzles while occasionally glancing up at the screen with one eyeball.
He’s petrified that the Packers will do what they always did growing up: let him down in crash-and-burn fashion. And, he will be stuck, unable to leave in disgust at halftime because he made such a big deal out of wanting to see the event just in case the Packers revert to their early Super Bowl glory, to the days before and right after he was born in Wisconsin.
I don’t know what to do with any of this nonsense, so I am making pretzels. Just in case he decides to head to someone’s house to watch the blasted event and needs to take a fattening food item for admission.
While MTM hasn’t shared the inner workings of his Cheesehead with me yet today, I think he is leaning toward making a game-time decision about where to spend it. Or, perhaps he will toss a coin to decide. Armed with enough pretzels to hit several homes, he might just spread some good cheer and work crossword puzzles through the pre-game festivities, too.
I hope no one will throw a penalty flag on all this indecisiveness, but I can promise you this: when he shows up, he will not be wearing a cheesehead hat or come dressed as Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas. He will have puzzles. And pretzels. And – maybe, just maybe – me.
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