After a hard day of pushin' broom at the fact'ry (or packing heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, take your pick, but that sounds so much less literary......), I came home to find the better half watching The Game.
After communing with my homies on Blogville for a few minutes, (one of whom didn't score me any discounted Calmer, but I forgive her, because all the stupid stores think Calmer is, like, seasonal yarn or something...errrr) I went down to the kitchen to find him taking a break during Half Time, and I announced, "This is Superbowl Sunday! I want some Superbowl food, like chicken wings and 7-layer dip!"
I don't think I've ever seen my husband in such a state of shocked laughter, almost on his knees. "You've NEVER HAD CHICKEN WINGS IN YOUR LIFE!!!!" Which isn't true. I have too. Just not on Superbowl Sunday. Ever. He's right. There was only one year when I showed even one iota of recognition that there was such a thing as The Superbowl, and that lasted for all of 2 minutes 30 seconds, when Aerosmith played during halftime. Any other time I wouldn't have cared one whit about that, either, except that Zack Whitford, the son of one of the players in Aerosmith, was at that time a schoolmate of Abigail's at Walnut Hill. They were in a play together. They kissed in the play. (he was mega-talented and mega-connected.....wonder what ever happened to him?....)
So it was all, "oo, ooh, oooooh, let's look at Brad Whitford" for the four and a half seconds he was visible during half-time.
Yeah, so that's my big Superbowl story. I couldn't give two shits about the Janet Jackson breast episode.
you know, last year, we got the bunny ears out and "assumed cbs viewing positions" Which involves sitting in a very odd position while holding said bunny ears for optimum picture. We don't have cable, nor do we miss it.
Anyway I watched the whole Janet/Justin thing and was unaware there was even a problem until the next day when the story was ALL OVER THE PLACE. I was not even aware I had witnessed an exposed breast. Yeah, that was newsworthy.
Posted by: erin | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 01:21 AM
I personally think beast cooked on an open fire would have been a little more in keeping with the super bowl mood. But that's just me.
Posted by: Cassie | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 08:04 AM
I saw the breast expose and was quite aware of what I had seen. Unfortunately, I was home alone at the time and had no one to confer with on said breast. So for a little while I thought maybe I was seeing things. (I had the number of the shrink at the ready - but really how do explain you think you see nipples flying at you at sporting events? And yes, I was breastfed.)
Really, though, besides this year when Philly was involved, the only reason to watch the SuperBeast is because of the action on the side. Cha-ching!
Oh and no chicken wings here - chicken on a bone - YEECH!
Posted by: Cara | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 08:12 AM
Super Bowl?
Posted by: c | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 09:03 AM
His name is Bradley Whitford? Kids of famous people who sound like other famous people. I see an E! show in the making.
Posted by: Lauren | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 09:32 AM
i'm planning my own nipple revealing superbowl for next year. buy your tickets now!
Posted by: carolyn | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 09:38 AM
Funny, that's also the only time I've ever watched the thing. I'm an Aerosmith fan, whatcanIsay...
Hate football, though. Just don't have the patience for anything where the last three minutes of a game can take half an hour. Watching paint dry is more exciting.
Posted by: Lene | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 10:46 AM
LOL! I'm sorry...which Super Bowl were you watching? hahahaha...I believe the Janet thing was LAST year!?I won't comment on the half time.
So, what is wrong with chicken wings or 'chicken on a bone'...? Which I, in fact, never have them for a overpublicized usually boring game...The playoffs are much more entertaining.
...and the ads weren't that great either.....
Posted by: PJ | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 10:55 AM
I watch Paul last night and that's it. Did wish it was Aerosmith instead! I heart Stevie Tyler.
Posted by: Margene | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 11:15 AM
The only reason I had a clue about even when "The Game" was this year is because I happen to live in Pittsburgh. Even though I ignore anything that has to do with the "Stillers" (yes, that's how "true natives" pronounce it), you'd have to be in a coma not to know they came thisclose to making it this year. I didn't find out who won until this afternoon, so hopefully that restores my total geek status.
Posted by: Kristen | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 04:25 PM