I used to watch the Super Bowl for the commercials. This year, they stank. This year I was actually watching the superbowl for the athletics and physical abuse that is the National Football League. However, the two teams really didn’t deliver on the intensity that I had expected. I’m just glad that in the end I got to have fun at our friend’s house and that we got to eat smoothies.

I actually had to drop Evie off in the kitchen with Jessica because she was too distracting to watch the game. No, not because she was being awkward its just that she’s so darn cute. I had to have Jessica hold her so that if Craig asked, “Randy, did you see that?” I would be able to answer, “Yes.” Instead of hoping John Madden would talk over an instant replay. Of course he might say, “Could you feel that [insert football player’s name] was going to do that as the play started?” Or maybe, “Well, you know you’ve got to be a good quarterback to be called a good quarterback.”

To that I say, “It’d have to be a good game for it to be called a good game.” It was an OK game, but it was surely not as exciting as playing the drums in High School while the home team got beat to smithereens by anyone and everyone that came to play us. When you play the drums you’re cool, and you never lose because people want to hear you groove.