After a long day at the neurologist's office (story for another time), I have finally posted this week's blog. I have to admit I was laughing while writing it. I invite you to log onto the home page - www.thealzheimerspouse.com - and read the absolutely true story of what went on in my house leading up to and including Super Bowl Sunday. You can't make up this stuff.
Loved how you shared the description of watching the Superbowl. Made me chuckle! I think I understand a bit more of the rules (having had two sons try to patiently explain the game to me) but there are still parts of it that I don't get! I hadn't realized that the fellow from the movie was on one of the teams . . . now I know why that movie was playing on TV on Saturday evening.
A few years ago my gentleman friend and I are sitting on the couch watching football. He's watching, I'm daydreaming, there are some pretty sweet young things out there running around in their skin tight tights and broad shoulders. Suddenly he yells, all excited, 'Did you see that? His foot went over the line!' Whose foot, what line? There are 44 player feet, the umpires, the coaches, the guys with the stick & chain (what is that all about?), there are chalk lines all over the place and he sees one foot go over one line! It had to be important because now we get to see the replay, in slow motion, in real time, several times and hear the announcers analyze it--several times. Then we get to see it from more angles than there are in the Pentagon, several times. The world has stopped spinning while millions of people watch one foot go over one line, more people than watched Diane & Charlie get married. Fascinating game--absolutely spell-binding.