Superbowl Sunday

Another Superbowl Sunday.  I kind of like it.  It really is a national holiday, whether it's formally recognized or not.  Superbowl Sunday and New Years have become my favorite holidays.  Why?  Because neither are centered around somebody suffering and/or dying for religious or political reasons.  Neither are centered around long-standing family traditions when you'd actually rather watch paint dry.  I feel kind of guilty having a BBQ on Memorial Day as we should be paying homage to the people who died so we can openly hate this country.

Anyway, Superbowl Sunday and New Years are not centered around the over commercialized gift buying frenzy, either.  It's about getting together with people you LIKE having wonderful food, and the center of attention is aimed at the television.  It's the perfect holiday for men because they do not need to apologize for separating themselves away at parties to sneak into the family room to watch sports.  It's expected.   You can engage in conversation -- or not -- by pretending to be mesmerized by the last instant replay.  Mild gambling adds to the fun by chipping in a couple bucks for football squares. 

Nobody is expecting a sit-down dinner with grandma's china and best linens.  Nobody is slaving away in the kitchen trying to time the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc., so they all are done at the same time.  Nobody is forced to sit at the kiddy table.  Nobody is forced to stay all day or give up precious vacation time to attend.  Nobody is expected to show up dressed for a night at the opera. 

Food, fun, and no expectations.