The Wind Beneath My Wings
I have never cared one whit about football. Watched the Super Bowl for the commercials, barely knew who was playing.
Having married into a blisteringly enthusiastic Steelers clan, I will jump and holler and root on the Steelers. Because if I don't, I will get no wings. I can show a little vim and vigor for wings. I follow the chicken. Spicy, enticing chicken.
Call me a sell-out. I'll be the one over here with 15 napkins.
posted by Candy Rant @ 10:27 PM
7 Comments:
At 12:16 AM,
Anonymous said…
Forget the nakims (as we called them in Texas). "Wings" can cause much wind beneath. Stay away from open flames. Is all I'm saying.
At 12:16 PM,
Anonymous said…
JD has defected from the clan. He is cheering for the Cardinals. (He was born in Glendale, after all.)
I think the cuteness factor is the only thing that is keeping him from being banished.
Enjoy your wings! Are you having poppers, too?
At 1:44 PM,
E. said…
I am totally capable of "watching" the superbowl with my husband (big Giants fan) and a few friends, then forgetting who's even playing. I'm talking during the whole game, but riveted for the halftime show.
At 3:16 PM,
Candy Rant said…
I do love the commercials. I used to tape the whole game, leave home, then come back and fast forward through the game to watch those.
Wonder if Springsteen will have a wardrobe malfunction.
At 5:32 PM,
Candy Rant said…
Futuresis, you may want to remind JD of the existence of "Candy's Happy Swamp of Discipline."
At 8:26 AM,
Anonymous said…
I didn't have to remind him of Aunt Candy's "Happy Swamp of Discipline." He was given one of Daddy's Steelers jerseys to wear for the game, and quickly came back to the Dark Side. :-)
Hope you got your fill of wings and all the other good stuff Scott prepared!
At 2:08 PM,
Anonymous said…
Michelle and I watched "Vickie Christina Barcelona." Scout begged for popcorn. EJ
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