Chicken wings and super naps

IN THE OLD days I'd go to a Super Bowl party or make an event out of it. Now the only day off we get is on Sunday, so we prefer to stay in, stay safe, and nap or watch nothing on TV to our hearts content.

I made a mountain of chicken wings before the game for me and Sheryl, then retired to the man cave. I spent much of the first half dozing in and out of a food coma. It was lovely.

Getting ready for the nap ... er, game.

I didn't watch the halftime show. In fact, I'm not sure what I did instead - probably put away the rest of my laundry. I don't have anything against the performer, and supposedly she put on quite the show. Good for her, and if you liked it, good for you. I don't know a single song she sings and it simply had no appeal.

I fell asleep again in the third quarter, and I almost turned the game off early in the fourth quarter. But it's the final game of the season, it's the Super Bowl, and you never know what Tom Brady might do.

The end was riveting - I feel badly for Falcons fans, seeing the game slip away to its inevitable conclusion. You can hate the Patriots all you want, but you can't argue that they win, and win, and win. And now you might make a case that Tom Brady is the best NFL quarterback of all time. Sheryl says Joe Montana is the best. I wouldn't argue with her.

It was quite a game. I'm glad I watched. And napped. And stayed awake for the end.