1997 was the last time that I got to watch the Super Bowl with my sons. Eleven long years ago that seem like last week.
We were all still living in
Thus we set off in the truck to find a store that sold foam in big enough chunks that we could make cheese heads out of. We never did find the foam, but we had one hell of a time in the search. The boys and I always had great times when we were together. We played, we wrestled, and we laughed. We laughed a lot. That isn’t to say that there weren’t bad time either. There were. There were the times that my eldest wouldn’t do his homework. And would sit at the dining room table. Just sitting there. And there were the times that the youngest would get into squabbles with the neighborhood kids. Hoodlums was more like it, but the youngest was always Mr. Sociable with pretty much anyone.
I know that we had too much junk food, and soda that day. I know that we probably felt like we were going to yak at any given point in time. That was one bone of contention between their Mother and I. She always felt that I fed them too much junk food. And I probably did. Hell, I ate too much junk food. And still do, if I have the chance. But it was a good day.
Later that year, I married MLW and moved to
And let us not forget about RavenSparkle out in
Though, you will not be seeing me wandering around in a suit of armor. More like a pair of shorts, and my Tevas. Love my Tevas. Love any shoe that lets my toes run rampant. I will probably have to take the eldest son his Croc sandals. He left them at the shore last year when he and his girlfriend came to spend some time with the rest of us. I won’t be sorry to see those sandals go. They just aren’t as comfortable as my Tevas. Have I mentioned how much I like my Tevas? Yeah, I probably have.
At this time of the day, it looks like the Super Bowl will be between
Oops. Score update, the Giants just scored again. It is now 20 – 17 with the Giants in the lead at the start of the 4th quarter. I wish that I was watching this on TV instead of getting updates from my cell phone. It just isn’t the same to be filling the bread and getting a score text message.