I went and watched the Super Bowl over at Junior's house. I had invited the fine citizens of Junebug Holler over to the Parker estate to watch it in true High Definition widescreen clarity, but several declined because they were still mad about the whole State of the Union Address affair (in which some folks were apparently under the assumption that we were going to watch the Ultimate Fighting Championship). So, we all went over to Junior's to watch the game on his 19" TV that is so old that it still has knobs. Of course, he has no cable or satellite, just the rabbit ears which don't work so well out here in the boonies.
Juanita and Jimmy were there, and Prudence from the Junebug Café brought some of her trademark chili. Fortunately, there was enough Old Milwaukee to make us forget the taste and after-effects of said chili. We were all going to be sick come Monday morning. It wasn't going to matter whether the beer or the chili was the cause.
All in all, it was a typical Junebug Holler social affair. At one point, Dickie Jensen ran through the parlor wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a Colts helmet while carrying a football and a bag of Cheetos. Of course, that was to be expected. I don't really recall much of the game or even the commercials, which I am told are now more popular than the actual game. However, Prince managed to make the halftime show tolerable which is saying a lot because it usually makes me sicker than Prudy's chili.
Waiting for catchers and pitchers to report,
Stevie Joe Parker