Many of you know that I have hosted an annual Superbowl Party since I was in college. The first year, a bunch of guys crammed into my office on campus. The commuter lounge had a kitchen right outside the door which was perfectly convenient for such a unique place to watch the game. In graduate school, my roommate, Mike, and I built stadium seating so that we had three full couches and chairs stationed around the tv for the game. In New Jersey I learned the hard way that as people "mature" they are less likely to eat while watching the game. I think I had such an overwhelming surplus that I still had hamburgers and hot dogs for a Memorial Day BBQ. Last year, I had a modest last-second party because the OKC house was a work in progress. This year, it is simply not in the cards (pun not intended). Our place is cozy for two. When we had an engagement party with 8 people, some were forced to sit on cats. Sorry Gravy. A smaller number of people would actually be able to watch the game because of the viewing radius. Lee has been to one of my Superbowl parties and she knew how important it was to me. I had not mentioned the Superbowl at all, as though I had begun grieving for one of the few traditions I have maintained through multiple states and ~8 moves. Lee, however, spent some valuable time finding a cool place for us to go this Sunday. This is one of the many reasons I love my wife. The place she found most intriguing is called Finn McCool's, which is one of the better pub names I have heard. In a small way it made me want to open a bar named Paddy McAwesome's. I am not sure if we will end up there or not, but we have one McCool possibility.
-JohnMark
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