ust so ya know, even though I am from the land of Boomer Sooners I really don't give half a hoot about football. Sorry, I know this is downright un-American to some of you. Maybe it had to do with all those years of marching band (sweating in wool uniforms, freezing in wool uniforms, marching in the rain in sopping wet uniforms) . . . anyway, since my husband is a real Minnesotan he gives at least one hoot, maybe two about the Vikings (even though he prefers to watch baseball), especially when they have a chance at the Superbowl For his sake, I mustered up at least one hoot and suggested we watch The Big Game today and have cheddar brats and nachos. His face immediately lit up. Before you pat me on the back, though, I have to tell you - what I am really looking forward to is watching Emma afterward!
