three thirty

the steelers win the superbowl. company's spent ridiculous amounts of money in a horrible economy to sell me potato chips i don't care to eat and grown men wear tight pants and shove each other to the ground. i only saw a few commercials which is usually the highlight of the event, and wasn't all that impressed with most. it seems like a lot of bells and whistles and very little substance. i hope i'm seen as someone with substance. bells and whistles optional. yesterday i turned 33 years of age and celebrated by playing football with friends and family. today i feel 73. a bit sore. it was a great time. the weather was warm for february... and the sun showed its face most the day. fires burned and chili was gobbled up. hot chocolate with marshmallows was sipped and snowballs were thrown. the red team versus the blue team. i was on the blue team... and dad was the referee. whistle and all. the 'flag football' game quickly turned into a game of tackle as the snow served as a cool cushion to soften the opponents attacks. the kids rolled monuments of snow over the hill. the adults talked about grown up stuff. the smell of wood poured out of the chimney... and we enjoyed that moment. all of us did. blue went up and red came back. to tell the truth, i'm not sure who won the game yesterday or if we tied. it doesn't really matter. it was just good to be with the ones i love... and act younger than i am.