It’s soon here, one week from today. All America will set aside squabbles and watch the greatest show on earth. Parties everywhere; bookies frenetic; pundits pondering; everyone asking the same question: Who will win?
I’m a sports klutz. I have no idea which players belong to which league or team. The mega bucks involved in salaries and stadiums blow my mind. I really don’t care. I’ve lived 93 years in blissful ignorance and it’s too late to change. Yet I feel Super Bowl tension rising.
I’ll watch but I won’t bet; I know too little about the competitors. I’ll watch with the girl from 313, who understands such things. I’ll hold my breath awaiting the results. The winner collects millions.
I understand they hired a couple football teams to entertain between acts. Maybe this year those big horses will win. They’re so cool.
Old Grandpa Lloyd