Super Bowl Sunday

It's the day of the big game, and a major part of PawPaw's life.  Not because I care a whit about football.

I met Milady at a Super Bowl party in 2001.

She and I had been chatting on Yahoo!, and I happened to mention that I was going to a Super Bowl party at a little bar in Natchez, LA.  I told her that if she wanted to meet me face-to-face, I'd buy her a drink and we could get to know one another.

Just before halftime, she walked in the door of the place.

We met, laughed, had a drink, and she talked to all my buddies that were regulars at that little bar.  After the game, I walked her to her car and asked her if she'd like to go out the following Friday.  She accepted and we went dancing at a little bar she frequented.

That was on the last Sunday in January, but ever since, we've looked on Super Bowl Sunday as a minor anniversary.  So, I mark Super Bowl Sunday, but I don't give a whit about the game.