Super Bowl Sunday! Yowza, bring it on boys.
Because while millions of fans are glued to their sets watching future patients of the concussion disease CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy) thrashing about on the field knocking themselves senseless, I'll be enjoying a different type of playing field: empty shops, empty streets, empty parks, museums, movie theaters, and restaurants. No sitting in traffic, waiting in line, jostling crowds or maneuvering an awkward U-turn for that last remaining parking space.
It's mine, all mine, she said with a diabolical laugh.
It's almost overwhelming trying to decide how to spend this one day of glorious isolation. If I go to a matinee I can avoid the inevitable back-seat kicker or cell phone dolt who texts throughout the movie. But I do need to buy a birthday present: maybe I should go to the mall where I can avoid being run down by linebacker mothers pushing their eight year-olds in Hummer-sized strollers used as battering rams.
No, no, no, wait! Costco--that warehouse of infinite stuff you never knew you needed-- will be empty. This means I can grab my frozen salmon and saline solution and not get stuck behind 15 carts that appear to be stocking for the apocalypse. Then again, it is an amazingly sunny 73 degrees outside. What a great day to take Hazel for a walk on the Iron Horse Trail without fear of being mowed down by bicyclists who seem to take a perverse delight in not calling out while getting as physically close as possible to unsuspecting walkers. On second thought, a quiet stroll on an empty beach sounds better.
All so inviting, so alluring. Maybe I'll just take a nap and decide later.
Hey, you have your Super Bowl dreams and I have mine.
2 comments:
My sentiments, exactly! It was such a lovely day with so many ways to enjoy it without the crowds. Your musings brought a smile to my face!
I watched puppy bowl!
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