
Another Super Bowl Sunday!
The first Super Bowl I watched was on a Sunday afternoon in 1973, the seventh Super Bowl. Doug and his father and I watched the Miami Dolphins play the Washington Redskins. No, I had no clue, but it was a fun afternoon.
Tonight I am watching the fifty-third Super Bowl. Forty-six years later, I still don’t understand what I am watching, but Doug does. (I think even our granddaughter understands football better than I do.) It’s still fun, though, to watch Doug watch, and he is still patient, explaining what’s happening.
Now here I am trying to say something about a Super Bowl game. I didn’t want to watch it. I felt like a traitor tuning in.
I haven’t gotten over seeing the botched call against the New Orleans Saints a couple of weeks ago. What a heart-breaking image of dashed hopes! One of the players said:
“It was pass interference, but we didn’t get the call.” ~ LB DeMario Davis
Well, I understand that!
Watching a football game –especially one that has so much bound up in it, is like watching a bunch of life lessons: a lot of fumbles, a few completed passes, too many incomplete passes and flags; but a couple of really great touchdowns!
Watching the commercials confuse me more than the game! What were they thinking?
Well, it’s over now — I didn’t have any skin in this game.
I am glad we taped Masterpiece Theatre.
The reason women don’t play football is because eleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public. ~Phyllis Diller
This is so true, we are thrown a lot of curves, incomplete passes, and flags, but we continue to move forward because we have someone guiding and directing us, we fall down He picks us up.
at have time we switched over to Masterpiece. The commercials confused me,
Thanks Irene!