Three die-hard football fans come together to eat, drink, and watch the Super Bowl. Instead, they spend most of their time enjoying the dip...
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Super Bowl Sunday
By Tony Wards
Once again, it was time for my annual Super Bowl party. Every year I invite my best buds Gary, Eric, Jay, and Bob to my house to watch the game, while we eat and drink until we can hardly breathe. Of course, my wife Ann has never been a big fan of this day, since it meant she would hide somewhere in the house, away from the noise. Don't get me wrong now, we weren't the typical guys that made a mess, yelled at the television, and cursed like sailors. Okay, well maybe sometimes, depending on how good the game was. Ann wasn't a prisoner or anything like that. Out of her love for me and the guys, she would make quite the spread for us.
It varied from year to year, but Ann was great at throwing parties. The Super Bowl was just one more reason for her to show off her culinary skills. I couldn't wait to see what she had planned for this year's occasion. It was just a couple days away from the big game and I was getting psyched. That is, until I started receiving some bad news.
By Tony Wards
Once again, it was time for my annual Super Bowl party. Every year I invite my best buds Gary, Eric, Jay, and Bob to my house to watch the game, while we eat and drink until we can hardly breathe. Of course, my wife Ann has never been a big fan of this day, since it meant she would hide somewhere in the house, away from the noise. Don't get me wrong now, we weren't the typical guys that made a mess, yelled at the television, and cursed like sailors. Okay, well maybe sometimes, depending on how good the game was. Ann wasn't a prisoner or anything like that. Out of her love for me and the guys, she would make quite the spread for us.
It varied from year to year, but Ann was great at throwing parties. The Super Bowl was just one more reason for her to show off her culinary skills. I couldn't wait to see what she had planned for this year's occasion. It was just a couple days away from the big game and I was getting psyched. That is, until I started receiving some bad news.
First it was Gary that called. Gary finally got married this year. He was 33 years old and found the woman of his dreams. I only met her a few times, but knew she was a knockout. I didn't know what she did to make my old pal so happy, but I could imagine. "Hey, Tony. I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be making it to your house for the game this year."
"What? You've been coming for the last ten years. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. It's just that Nancy says we're going to her parents' house for dinner."
Gary's new bride was calling the shots now. And the leash was rather tight and rather short as well. Oh well, I guess marriage suits different people different ways. We were one short, but that would soon change.
Eric called the next day. Eric had been married for ten years, the same as me. He and Lisa were a great couple and spent lots of time with Ann and me. However, since Lisa found out she was pregnant a few months ago, things had started to change. I understand having a baby is a huge thing in a couple's life, but it just seemed to change so suddenly. "Listen, Tony. Lisa has been pretty sick lately, so I think I'm going to stay home. Keep the peace, you know?"
"Is she sick or is she just bitching you out for coming here?"
"Well, you have to understand something. Pregnant women have these hormones that go in a million different directions at once. Lisa is just having a tough time."
Sounds like Eric was the one having a tough time. Poor bastard. I hope things get better for him soon. Now I was down to just two friends and it was the day before the game.
I told Ann what was going on with guys, just in case it would affect her meal plan for the game. She was a cool customer, so I had no worries she would make things special for us. I also told Jay and Bob and they seemed upset, but not surprised. Especially Bob, who at forty was the oldest of our group. He prided himself on keeping in good shape to attract the ladies, so he got his fair share of fun without the commitment. Jay was different. He fell in love with every girl he took to bed. Good thing his sex life wasn’t that great, otherwise he’d be in more trouble than he could handle.
Great post, Tony.
ReplyDeleteThis antho is on my reading list..I must catch up and read this...
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