Facetious ? Moi? Na..well maybe a little bit!

Facetious ? Moi? Na..well maybe a little bit!
There was a time in my life when I would go to a Superbowl party just to scoff. I would stand in the back, shoveling tortilla chips and assorted dips into my mouth, rolling my eyes with the rest of the pretentious, halftime-show-and-advertisements crowd in the back of the room, while the die-hard fans of the Bulls, or the Rams, or the Pats, or the Bears, or any of those other nondescript one-syllable teams screamed at the the TV. It’s true, I used to be a chronic Superbowl hater. Now, though, the Superbowl is one of my favorite pastimes. I sit there, still munching on my chips, and, thanks to some thoughts I borrowed from the comedian Jenny Slater, I think how absolutely sweet it all is. I watch those boys running down the field, and I imagine that they’re all the best of friends. And they’re such best friends that they all decided to wear matching shirts and pants—those silly little pants that they love to wear. And then they all run after the ball together, and give each other a big hug when they catch it. Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?