CRANKY’s SUPER BOWL PARTY
|This is a stunt Cranky|
Super Bowl 2016 is over and I had a great time at my Super Bowl party. There were no critiques of commercials, half time was spent watching the Puppy Bowl on the Animal Planet, and there were no stupid questions about the game from people that really didn’t give a rat’s ass.
“Why would they kick when there’s only a little bit to go for that first down thing?”
Who was at my Super Bowl party? Me, myself and I. This has been my traditional party for the last five years. There are two reasons for this. First I hate big Super Bowl parties. Second I never get invited to anyone else’s party. Don’t go all feeling sorry for me; I have come to like it that way. It is my new tradition. Me in the basement watching the game and texting my son in Massachusetts, and Mrs. Cranky upstairs leaving me alone and watching “Sex and the City” re-runs.
I have my traditional fried mozzarella sticks and wings for an appetizer, and for dinner the traditional Domino’s Pizza. Why Mrs. C orders Domino’s for Super Bowl when there are dozens of restaurants in the area that make and deliver “real” pizza made by someone named Mario, I have no idea. All year long if we order pizza, we order real pizza, but for Super Bowl Mrs. C orders cardboard pizza. I don’t argue with tradition.
This year I even had a can of beer. I am a wild man like that sometimes.
Anyway, it was a great game and my pre-Super Bowl prediction of a Denver win makes my blog prediction record one-in-a-row. http://joeh-crankyoldman.blogspot.com/2016/02/super-bowl-l-prediction.html .
The fact that my prediction was based on the Super Bowl number being designated by the Roman numeral “L” as they have always done and not by the actual number “50” which they did this year should not diminish my prediction. I did miss on the final score, but come on.
My final football prediction this year is that Payton Manning will retire, and Cam Newton will play in a bunch more Super Bowls.
There were some complaints about how Cam handled himself after the loss. I am not one to say a thing about that…I throw a tantrum when I miss a short putt for par.