Although I am in my own home, I feel like a visitor to a strange land. Who knew that coverage of the big game started at nine a.m.? I have been in and out all day, but I do have a couple of observations: the Twin Cities are certainly looking their best-- frosty cold and all snow and ice castles, and FYI? The puppies picked the Patriots. Oh, at 6 p.m. the beer is cold and the dips and snacks are ready, and for the first time in many years, I'll be watching the spectacle. I really don't mind football, and I'm even kinda looking forward to the commercials and halftime show.
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