It’s Super Bowl 2017
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It’s Sunday, but it’s not just any other Sunday. It’s Super Bowl Sunday.
As usual, I walked down to the grocery about a mile and a half from my place to get the Sunday paper. The neighborhood was almost deserted except for a few folks walking their dogs. As I reached main street, the town started to come alive with busy traffic in both directions and some drivers going with a sense of urgency that I had to be careful crossing the street for dear life.
Super Bowl 2017 is the National Football League’s Championship Game pitting Atlanta Falcons against the New England Patriots. It has been dubbed as the greatest show on earth attracting more than a hundred million American viewers and costing advertisers between $5 million and $5.5 million for a 30-second ad.
Every year my cousin and her husband host a Super Bowl party at their house in San Francisco which is about 35 miles from where I live. I used to go there, but not this time around. For some unknown reason, there seems to be a parting of the ways. I don’t feel welcomed anymore. Whenever I call I get the cold shoulder as if I were a telemarketer selling subscriptions for magazines.
I wonder what I did or didn’t do. I’d learned belatedly that my cousin had an operation. Did they resent me not visiting her at the hospital? I was out of the country when that happened. Besides, nobody told me when I returned. Perhaps it wasn’t the case at all. It was just a case of people moving on. If anything, I could learn to move on, too. I don’t mind watching the game by myself.
I think the Falcons will win the game, although I’m rooting for the Patriots. Both have excellent records, but the Falcons had played tougher opponents during the regular season compared to the Patriots. In my opinion, that’s a big plus. My heart goes to the Patriots for no other reason than that its quarterback, Tom Brady, and wide receiver, Julian Edelman, are local boys.
In a few hours, I’ll see if my prediction is right. Ha ha. Don’t expect me to ask you to wish me luck, though. In the meantime, I’ll get the nachos ready.