So we had a Superbowl party here at the nut hut.

It consisted of a lot of cheesy dishes and dips and no alcohol.

I’m not even a football fan. I’ve always been more hockey and baseball. Especially baseball, due to my son. I signed him up for t-ball when he was 6, took cute pictures, and it was all downhill from there. He ended up playing it his whole youth. He is a lifelong Cubs fan (which makes me one as well), and probably didn’t even know there was a Superbowl going on.

But that’s what we did here at the mental health care facility: watch the Superbowl and eat cheese and not drink alcohol.

I really missed the alcohol, but did enjoy the game. I prefer defense over offense in anything. Pitching over hitting (my son was a pitcher). Goalies over Gretzkys. There’s just something nastier about it, more ‘fuck you’, and this Superbowl was all about the defense. Plus, due to the area I come from, and much of my family, so on, I’m genetically engineered to be a Broncos fan, at least if I happen to be watching them.

Anyway. Today the tv will be turned back to CSI: Duluth or whatever and I will be back to doing crossword puzzles and wishing I was in a remote Alaskan cabin.