Football and I don't get along. I don't like the game and while I knew all about scoring in high school, I have forgotten more than I ever knew. But, we were invited (more like barged our way in) to my daughter's yesterday, so we/mr. kenju could see the game on their big HD TV.
Ever the good hostess, she and her newish husband plied us with wings, sausage balls, Palmetto cheese and crackers, pizza and best of all - Molten Lava cake - a chocolate concoction that defies description. Suffice it to say it was goooooooooood.
I had not picked a team (I never do) but geography aside, I just like the name "Ravens" better - so while I had my nose buried in my laptop and Facebook, I was quietly pulling for the Ravens to win. Mr. kenju said the black out would mean a loss of momentum and that the other team had a chance of pulling along-side, if not ahead. For a while it appeared as though he may be right. But the Ravens prevailed. We left early; while the blackout was still going on, and missed a few good commercials. Luckily, they are being shown on FB, so I can catch up. None of them appealed greatly to me, but the Clydesdale commercial tugged at my heartstrings.
Speaking of blackouts, what the heck happened? Wouldn't you think that a place like that would have in-house generators? They should. It is unthinkable that the possibility of a blackout during the biggest game of the year could be allowed. Shame on whomever.
I'm off to the ophthalmologist this morning. My glasses are about four years old and the fine print is eluding me. I wish I was a candidate for surgery, but I would still have to wear glasses or contacts (they tell me). I know one thing; if my eyelids droop on my lashes any further, I'll be blind. Wish me luck.