Super Sunday

Well, Super Sunday is almost over.  This afternoon, after lunch at the Backstreet, a group of us went to the Alley Theater to see The Great Society, the second play about Lyndon Johnson, this one about his struggle to get the Voting Rights bill and other bills on his domestic agenda passed as the country becomes mired in the Vietnam War.  When I called to make our reservation, the nice guy at the box office said, "You know it's Super Bowl Sunday."  "Yeah," I said, "but I probably won't watch.  I'm tired of seeing the Patriots win."  He agreed and I ordered our tickets.

The play was. amazing.  My friend dropped me off after kickoff in the game I wasn't going to watch.  I went upstairs and turned on the TV.  

The game was being shown in the Event Center downstairs, but I didn't go.  I had bought some guacamole and chips to take just in case, but I didn't even open them.  I'd had an awful stomach bug this week and had been living on ginger ale and crackers, so guacamole?  No, no, no.  It sits unopened in my fridge and I'll probably throw it away tomorrow.

I  missed one of my favorite things on Super Sunday--the Puppy Bowl.  There's a Kitty Bowl, too, and I heard this year there was a Shark Bowl.  Never mind that one.

Another thing I enjoy is NPR's Super Bowl haikus.  Here are some of my favorites:
         Five thousand dollars
         One seat in Minnesota.
         How much are nachos?

        Lone bird swoops earthward
        To see Super Bowl for free!
        Too bad it's indoors.

So anyway, I watched the game.  Couldn't help it.  Nick Foles is my sister's friend's cousin (Got that?) and he's a hometown boy from Austin, so I had to root for the Philadelphia Eagkes, or the Iggles as they say in Philadelphia.  It was a great game, down to the very last seconds.  I'd watch it again if they'd show a replay.  And here's my haiku:
        Nick Foles gets the ring.
        Does Brady have six fingers?
        One win too many.