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.