I didn't watch the superbowl. It's true.
The truth is that I could give a shit about football, and that makes me feel like there is fundamentally something deeply un-American about me.
I adore this holiday for the snacks, and that other people like it, but still. It doesn't make any sense.
I try, and I pay attention, and people talk, but still! Utterly lost.
Football has never been anything beyond background noise to me, and somehow, I feel bad about that. Why?
Mysteries of the game, I suppose.
People played, I ate pretzels and painted a something background on some canvas. What?
Sunday is here and not for long enough.
The math problems are just too hard.