Super...

I've never been a big fan of SuperBowl Sunday. My dad was never a sports fan. We never did the 'athletic bonding' that I saw other kids do with their dads over a bowl of chips and dip on Sunday afternoons. We were more likely to spend the day on a snowmachine or sledding with my godbrothers.

How I ended up marrying a sports nut I'll never know.

But I'm beginning to turn from being mostly apathetic about the day (okay, other than the commercials) to really not enjoying its arrival. Increased drunk driving arrests and increased domestic violence issues get media coverage and those would be reason enough, but to have it at home.... sucks. Don't get me wrong, my husband isn't that evil abusive bastard who gets drunk and throws things so I really have nothing to complain about, but what I saw yesterday wasn't fun.

It wasn't the beer consumption throughout the afternoon. It wasn't the domination of the TV and stereo for the game. I expected that. It was the cranky grump who got angry with me and our daughter for playing blocks because we were being "too loud" during the game. Really? Angry because you can't hear 200 pound men bashing into each other over the sound of your daughter giggling? Annoying. But throwing a fit when I didn't hop up to run to the convenience store to buy your cigarettes and then kvetching and stomping around until I put her to bed was childish.

This is why we told you to quit drinking in the first place.

This is why telling you it was okay in the name of 'Super Bowl Sunday' was dumb.

This is why next year I'm taking her to grandpa's house. There won't be enough snow to go sledding but I'm certain we'll find something to do that's more entertaining and a lot more family oriented than anything related to the SUPER bowl.