Yes, it’s the day we’ve all been waiting for – Superbowl Sunday. OK, so, maybe not all of us have been waiting for it. I have to admit, I’m barely aware of the game being on. It mostly reminds me that we lost Siggy on Superbowl Sunday last year, and without having a team to root for (or against), it’s not all that big a deal to me. It didn’t used to be that way, of course. It used to be a highly anticipated event that was a lot of fun. A bunch of us would get together, drink beer, eat pizza and wings, and have a good time (often despite the fact that the game wasn’t all that interesting). Now, of course, I’m married to somebody who would get up and leave the room if I turned the game on, and I don’t really have any friends that would come over to watch (and god knows I’m not leaving the house that late on a Sunday night – why they can’t have the game on at 4:00, I don’t know. Well, I do know, actually – it’s so they can squeeze in as much pregame advertising slots as possible). That whole DWI thing really puts a crimp in the whole Superbowl party idea. Plus there’s work tomorrow. It really ought to be a holiday. I can’t imagine there’s a whole lot of productivity going on the day after the Superbowl. Between being hungover and talking about the game and/or the commercials (or the halftime show; is it another geezer fest this year? I don’t even know). Oh, it’s Beyonce. I of course have heard the name, but am not actually familiar with her. I’m not really all that interested in “singers.” I’m kinda into people playing instruments. But, whatever. Oh well, enjoy the game if you watch it, and enjoy not watching it if you don’t.