Once a year, I’m a selfish man.
During this time, I refuse all requests and offers — even the reasonable ones. I have ritual. I make plans. I prepare to break bread. I reflect. I’m overcome with emotion at times. I enter into great debate. And, yes, I pray, too. Is this worship I speak of?
No, it’s the Super Bowl.
It’s one time of year that us my sabbath. My family can make whatever plans they want — go to other Super Bowl parties, movies, game shows, whatever. My keester is parked in my living room, with my beverages, my nachos, my fajitas, and my tamales.
Yes, I admit it. It is selfish. But, one time a year, I’m selfish. Yep, that’s me. And, especially if the Cowboys (or our adopted Houston Texans), I’m truly beyond help.
I’m not usually this way. Ask me any other time and I’ll help. I’ll assist. Not during the Super Bowl, though.
Just one day, it’s gonna be about my sabbath. Is that so wrong?
After today, I might have to look a bit harder at my ritual. My TV signal has gone out. Luckily, I made the decision not to type this in all caps.
I kinda expected this to happen. AT&T and I have been going on a bit about a service issue. Well, it’s the day before the big game and no TV signal.AT&T are on the way.
Yes, I’m whining. I know it.
No, I’m not looking for invites. A dear friend has a hum-dinger of a party I can attend. Another dear friend will ask me to come over, too. I’ve got plenty of opportunities to see the game.
Rather, it’s the principle of my Sabbath. Maybe it will happen this year. Maybe it won’t.
Maybe something unexpected and wonderful will come out of my “sabbath malfunction.”
I guess you’ll have to tune in to find out.
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