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Super Bowl 2023

 I'm so eager to write about something that is not my children; I'll go ahead and tell you about the Super Bowl.


My husband has mostly held himself together this week, although he did indicate to me that I need to rub his head once per day. "This is because you rubbed my head before last week's Chiefs victory, and so now it's an important, magical ritual....."

The look in his eyes is special: This is just a way of satirizing rabid fandom, but also, something actually like rabies is happening, in my head and heart....right now....

My husband casually informed me that he will need to hold an Elmo doll throughout the big game, because "I was holding Elmo when we last won, so God was telling me something...."

My own eyes are on Rihanna. Why the about-face? She had real issues with the NFL a few years ago; she even wrote about her distaste in a song. "You need me; I don't need you." So much has changed. Also, Rihanna is a billionaire. It seems like this doesn't bother people.

On the historic night, I plan to put the children to bed and choose a film with a strong female protagonist. Once, this was A Simple Favor....once, I chose an Elisabeth Moss vehicle. And I can't say that Kathy Bates is the star of About Schmidt, but she is memorable in that movie, and she helped me through the J-Lo/Shakira weekend. (2020?)

Hoping to distract my husband, I ask if he has a favorite "RiRi" tune.

He says, "We found love in a homeless place."

"Those aren't the words."

"Do you understand that Mahomes was recently injured?" Marc asks. "He's going to be fine, though. He will have a full recovery, as long as I wear red. Everyday. I just need to wear red...."
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  1. Unkie JFebruary 9, 2023 at 9:05 AM

    We understand fully. We watched him "grow up" this way (still watching). We feel for you. We? We were just able to fly home, put on green and shout "Go Iggles"!

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  2. ReaderFebruary 9, 2023 at 12:58 PM

    Thanks for the snapshot of Marc's youth! We're discussing the Chiefs here and also Madonna's world tour. These are the main things "in the air," for us.

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