Super Bowl Sunday… whoo hoo! Almost sounds like it brings out the redneck in me. However, my day was not spent the way I planned (which is quite typical these days).
I remember sitting in sports bars and being one of the few women who actually knew the game of football and enjoyed it. I was not there to impress or win some guy over, I actually liked the game. I bet the overs and unders, knew what the line was and could tell you the team’s seasons stats. No I was not testosterone driven where I could tell you the stats of every franchise from the inception, but I did and still do enjoy the game.
I spent the first half of Super Bowl Sunday at my office, being told by my boss about all the riches and gold that await me … however, we will not venture there today, as that is another story in and of itself.
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