Superbowl
Sunday. As always, I curled up on the couch and read except for when a
commercial or half time came up. Then, I looked up and paid attention. I’ve
never really cared much about the game itself, and John always went to his brother-in-law’s,
nephew’s or son’s house to watch the game. Although I think last year AJ came
here for the game.
I called AJ that morning to see if he was going to be missing his dad on Superbowl Sunday. Our
youngest son, Thor, wasn’t ever into football. AJ said he was doing okay, but
thought he’d turn his Dad on so they could still watch the game together. I
told AJ I was going to do the same thing and did so…the photos are of John watching the game with AJ and halftime with me...he would have loved the halftime show.
Of course, there wasn’t any cursing, disgusted
yelling or cheering from John this year. But, I like to think he enjoyed
watching the game with his son from his red ball and the commercials and half
time with me from his Raider’s ball.