OK, so, obviously, I was wrong.
The Denver Broncos won’t be the winner of the Super Bowl today and Peyton Manning won’t be the MVP. So, like I said, I already have one of my “Fearless Predictions” for this year wrong. Already.
Anyway, I don’t know if I will be watching the big game. I mean, I have no real love for the Baltimore Ravens and I will never forgive the San Francisco 49ers for “The Catch”, so I have no vested interest in who wins.
I may watch the contest, or parts of it, simply because it is the last football game for about six months or so, the Super Bowls have been pretty competitive over the years and, like them or not, these are two really talented teams.
Plus, there are all the trailers for the big upcoming movies to catch, not to mention all of the spiffy commercials that the advertisers are able to dream up for this event, while lulling us to sleep the rest of the year.
And Beyoncé is scheduled to ... perform ... during the halftime show, so it should be pretty interesting all the way around.
But as I have mentioned over the years, I am the sole professional football fan within the walls of the Kellar Estate and certainly the only Dallas Cowboys fan.
Despite my best attempts, neither my wife Vida nor my daughter Jaylynn have shown any interest in the sport. Our son Jason, 6, will sit down and watch a few minutes with Dad, before pleading with him to change the channel to Spongebob, after which he will tell me everything that is about to happen, because he has seen this exact same episode one thousand times. Already.
So even if I had a direct connection to the game, I would likely be outnumbered in getting a chance to watch it on the big screen in the den. And there is little sense in watching the biggest football game of the year on the tiniest television in the Estate, the one which sits on the kitchen counter.
Still, even if I miss the game, I am looking forward to a great Sunday, as Vida has obtained a line-up of movies for our enjoyment and we plan on having a nice spread of munchies available.
That, and the real enjoyment of spending any day off is getting to do so with my family, whether it is catching the biggest game of the year, watching a blockbuster we didn’t get to see in theaters, or seeing Spongebob do that same annoying thing again and again and again.
The commercials and trailers? Almost all of them will be online tomorrow, the game’s highlights will be on the sports shows tonight and Beyoncé is on the radio pretty much every time I turn it on.
Maybe next year will be different. Twelve months from now, I might be getting ready to take over the remote control in the den and fend off all attackers, in order to watch the Cowboys claim their next Super Bowl, as I find myself surrounded by chips and pretzels.
Hey, it can happen. It may not be likely, but anything’s possible.
Now that would be Super.
Just a thought ...
Kellar is a Herald-Banner staff writer