Fortieth Anniversary
Tonight will mark the fortieth time I have not watched the Super Bowl. It’s not much of an accomplishment, but, other than a few iconic commercials, neither is watching a lot of overpaid men play a children’s game.
I don’t mind playing the game, although I have a shoulder that gives me a bit of trouble from a block I threw playing for my squadron in Germany that resulted in a brutal sacking of the opposing quarterback. If I’m not playing, I couldn’t care less.
