The game hasn't started yet but already I'm getting panicky. For the first time ever, I promised my family I would watch the entire Superbowl - start to finish - and I'm a little nervous. I'm not going to pick up a book, call my sister for a nice 3 hour chitchat, or Facebook...actually, I'll probably Facebook - that would just be too much to ask.
I haven't actually ever sat through an entire Superbowl. I mean I've seen the Superbowl, but I generally end up in the other room watching Lifetime or Hallmark, and running back and forth just to catch the commercials. The few times we've gone to a party I usually end up in the other room with a group of girls talking about American Idol or the upcoming Academy Awards and visiting the gameroom for a possible glimpse of the halftime show - the last one I watched was Janet and Justin's infamous wardrobe malfunction, which I was talking through and missed the whole thing.
Two years ago I was ready to watch the big game. Chris's beloved Bears had made it to the Superbowl and they were down here in Miami...and so was Chris. The kids and I hadn't moved yet, but we bought plane tickets to come down for Superbowl weekend and watch the game together. It was such a big deal for Chris that the kids packed all of their Bears gear and even Chris's favorite orange and blue Bears blanket (this was obviously before you had to pay extra to take a suitcase on a plane). We drove to my in-laws so they could take us to the airport at 5:30 in the morning...just to wake up and find out that everything in Michigan was shut down because of a blizzard...including the airport. We ended up being snowed in at my in-laws for two days before finally getting on a plane to Miami. It was -11 degrees as we headed to the airport and the Bears were already two-day losers...we missed the game, but the kids were just glad to see their daddy.
This year the kids have once again gotten the Superbowl bug. They've asked to eat "giant tacos" and buy Steelers jerseys - we agreed to the tacos. They want to cheer on the teams as a family, and I've decided that it's about time I actually watch the game. So I'm cramming to finish my book before kick-off, and turning off the ringer on my phone (Monica, I'll have it on vibrate and secretly text you when I can), but if I can swing it, I'll be on Facebook - checking status updates, and posting pictures...but keeping an eye on the game...who knows, there might be another wardrobe malfuntion - and this time I'm not going to miss it.
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