Francis is going to watch, too, in the hopes that someone drops a Cheeto.
For the second time in our lives, Marvin and I are going to force ourselves to watch the Super Bowl. The last time we did it, people tell us it was an exciting game because someone won at the last minute. I mean, I do remember that someone won at the last minute, I just didn't know that was rare.
The only other time I watched the Super Bowl was when I watched it with a bunch of gay guys, and it was way fun. Mostly that event was about the food. Someone brought little football-shaped cookies, and I remember there was really good coffee. There is this part in the football game where everything stops and they bring out this huge orange carrot-shaped thing to the field, and none of us knew what that was for. We decided it was the restroom key.
Anyway, it turned out that was the year Janet Jackson showed us all her parts, so what I am saying to you is that apparently I bring excitement to Super Bowl games, so you're welcome.
I do not know why we are forcing ourselves to watch this extravaganza; we are not into Bruce Springsteen or anything. I just decided we should. Every once in awhile I feel like fitting in, and when you are indifferent to sports you do not fit in.
I am going to like Philadelphia or Pittsburgh or whomever, because that's who Howard Stern likes, and the only reason Howard Stern likes Philadelphia or Pittsburgh or whomever is because that's where is wife is from. So I am really emotionally invested in my team, here.
And yes, I do have to like everything Howard Stern likes. I know it makes no sense that I like Howard Stern, and that I am totally not his demographic, but there you go.
Also, today is the 12-year anniversary of when I moved to LA to live with Marvin, and this is how we are celebrating. Which is better than schlepping boxes up to a second-story apartment, I guess.
So, go Philadelphia or Pittsburgh or whomever! Woooo!