Big Men In Uniforms

This, I'd watch

Super Bowl Sunday.  Hubby at the stove, cooking chili.  The SJG whispering in his ear:  "Not too spicy."  Super Bowl Sunday.  Big men slamming into each other.  A lot of grunting.  The SJG reaching for a tortilla chip:  "This is my last one."  Super Bowl Sunday.  Funny commercials.  Half-time hoop-de-doo.  A touchdown.  A tackle.  A huddle.  The SJG looking up to heaven:  "Please God, let it be over soon."  Super Bowl Sunday.  Sports fanatics in the living room.  Hubby.  His father and mother.  The youngest boychick. And then there's me.  The sports gene.  Not in my DNA.  But the chili is a winner.