i have the super bowl menu planned: hans' favorite seven layer
dip, crab stuffed mushrooms, chicken wings, chips with salsa
and guacamole, barbecue meatballs, chips and onion dip, pizza
with pepperoni, onions, peppers, and seven cheeses, chips with
sour cream shrimp dip, brownies, and milky way bars.
groucho marx was a huge football fan and encouraged a player
with, "my boy, get in there and play like you did the last game!
i've got five dollars on the other team."
my favorite part is listening to hans and my boys.
hans: "that offensive lineman can guard AND tackle."
isaac: "and how about his footwork and pass protection?"
max: "can you believe these calls?"
isaac: "the ref needs glasses!"
hans: "oh my gosh, oh my gosh...what was the coach thinking
about? there's too much time left..."
speaking of coaches, one shouted at his team, "ok, you guys,
line up alphabetically by height!"
joe theismann understood that "nobody in football should be
called a genius. a genius is a guy like norman einstein."
i really only watch the game to humor hans and see the
commercials. the best one featured frogs who ribbited,
"bud - wei - ser." the runners up were the e-trade babies
and talking t shirt stains.
this year tim tebow is included in a commercial which tells the
story that his mom almost aborted him. it's super controversial,
although, i'm not sure who is left to be offended when we've
seen a scandalously clad britney spears selling pepsi and janet
jackson disrobe during half-time.
my personal inspiration is george rogers, who bragged, "i want
to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes first."
"a merry heart is good medicine." proverbs 17:22
ps. the menu was a little joke. hans will be lucky to get a pbj