Yesterday morning, I called Isa (my best friend from my college days) ...
"What's going on," I asked.
"I just finished putting together a Mexican layered dip for the games later."
"It's the playoffs."
"Oh. Are you having people over?"
"Are you going to a party?"
"No. I'm going to watch the games here by myself."
When did Isa become a football junkie? I mean, seriously, it's like finding out she's a lesbian ... or worse! Football. Junkie. augh.
She even explained who was playing. And who she wanted to win. And her predictions for the Super Bowl. Did you know that's coming up soon? It's like the Oscars for straight people or something?
Last year, I think I watched part of it. At least, I remember all these over-produced, rarely interesting commercials getting interrupted by a football game of some sort.
This year, the Indianapolis Colts (Didn't they used to be in Baltimore?) take on the Chicago Bears (Didn't they used to be good? Ditka! Refridgerator!). I predict that since Bears are big ... and scary ... and hirsute ... and sometimes wear leather ... and say really weird things like woof, they will win ... by a score of 37 to 9.
Will you watch?
Do you care?
When is it, anyway?
*Super Bowl Smooches*