Before the big game I went to the beach to mediate (i.e. have a cigar)
We watched the game with Mom and Laura. Mom and I are cocky pre-kickoff.
I'm wearing my anti-crying glasses for good luck. (they actually are anti-crying glasses; meant to keep the smell of an onion from tearing you up. A gift from Doug and Marge.)
After another brutal Superbowl loss there were no pictures in our house. Photographers tried, all they got was a hand.
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