Superbowl Sunday is almost here. The High Holiday of sports fans nationwide. The Day of Days. The Ecstasy and the Agony. Hey, wait just cotton picking minute. Isn’t that from the Bible?
The Cowboys are not in the Game, so husband will be wearing a black arm band. I’m a nervous wreck. I don’t know the rules, never really wanted to. All I see is a bunch of guys running around grunting and slamming into each other. Occasionally one of them gives birth to piglet, after which chaos ensues and they scramble all over the place waving their arms in the air. I don’t blame them, that would scare me too. It’s a cattle stampede with lines painted on the grass.