Notes from me to you

Well, you all know I'm no sports fanatic. I mean, gosh, I like games. I like live games the best, mostly for the social interaction but I never get worked up about who wins... or anything else for that matter. Although, I should say, that when Zach Johnson from Cedar Rapids won the Masters Golf tournament, I almost cried as my heart filled with pride for the fellow eastern Iowan, assuming that somehow we were probably related.;)

Either way, I was delighted to hear that my friend would be hosting the "girls" SPXLII party at her house this year. I arrived a bit late as I was coming off of work, so as Andrea escorted me up to her apt, she explained that the two highlights (comments made by the girls) thus far were:

L: "So who's playing?" as she walked in the door.

and

M: "I don't like their outfits."

lol... we aren't really as ridiculous as that sounds, as evidenced by the fact that we get how ridiculous that sounds, but it was pretty funny.

Now, don't get me wrong, dear Andrea, being an alum of the University of Iowa, definitely knows her stuff and enjoys the sport of football, so we were watching the game, but it was no secret that for most of us, the focus of our gathering was the great food and the excuse to eat it! I, of course, could've cared less who won.. but everyone else was rooting for the Giants.

After all the tasty food, a few of us were almost falling asleep during the boring 2nd and 3rd quarters. Of course when the one of two exciting moments of the game occurred, I was in the other room. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I heard girls squeeling "yayyyyy"s and "EEEEEEE"s along with very feminine fast, small-hands clapping. Fortunately for me, there was one more exciting moment of the game (Giants final touchdown) that I got to see.. along with the repeat excitement from the girls. They even jumped off the couch! :)

ahhh... girls i adore. =)

We may have, however, been the only group of people watching the game together who were saddened by the increase in violence of the commercials and delighted by the commercial of the oboe player turned football star (yeah.. i can't remember his name).

So... this is the Super Bowl with girls. Kinda cute.. good friends, good food, first time i've been able to express my favorite part of football without feeling judged: all of the gluteus maximi in tight, shiny football pants. And, I can't lie.. I'm with M, "Giants.. what were you thinking? White jerseys and silver pants.. just not a good outfit!"

XOXO
LKM