Day: February 11, 2024

I used to make time for it. This was the one game I’d actually clear my calendar to watch. Jerry used to buy me a 6-pack and junk food and then he’d go do whatever he wanted to.

He was not interested in Football.

It was 24°F this morning at 6 am and even now it’s only 35°F I think the day is going to be cold enough that I’d prefer to be inside sitting on my ass.

Today would be a great day to make some dip, eat a bunch of junk food, drink beer, and watch the game. Except for one thing.

When the players started kneeling, and the advertisers started being worried about woke instead of entertaining, and the half time shows became ridiculous spectacles incorporating art forms that were vulgar, when even the national anthem was butchered by screeching no talent performers, I lost interest.

In recent years, Jerry and I would often go out to a nice lunch or dinner during Super Bowl because we could literally get a table anywhere.

Now Jerry is gone, and we hadn’t had cable or satellite for years. I don’t honestly remember the last Super Bowl that I sat down and watched.

I’m not sure what to do with myself. 

I moved the playstation off the top of the credenza. I tried playing a couple of games but just couldn’t get into it. I should take Jesse for a walk there is, as always, a ton of cleaning to do and perhaps I should load up as much trash as I can in the garbage cans since pickup is tomorrow. 

For some reason, I feel like there’s something I’m missing, that I should be doing. It’s the “What” that is eluding me.

Hopefully, everyone is having a nice Sunday.