Go [away] Packers

The house is quiet. Very quiet. Frank is watching the game at a friend's house (I found him a Packer party), the two youngest are at the church youth Packer Party, Joey is back in Madison, and Emily is in the family room...I can see her laptop aglow through the French doors...



The football frenzy bugs me. It bugs me more all the time. It's cultish to me. Idolatrous. I'm too lazy to consult the thesaurus, so I'll leave it at that. Is it really that important that these ridiculously paid men in tights have been better and luckier than those ridiculously paid men in tights? I saw a figure in the paper this week of how much money business in the state loses if each employee spends one unproductive hour a week talking Packers. I will personally attest to the fact that my employer has lost money. The somewhat normal guys I work with have been replaying the year, the decade, the whole history of Packerhood. Packer ties have appeared. Blah blah blah. Ok...I'll stop.



It's quiet in the house, and for that I am thankful.

I do hope they win. Why? Because somehow my employer, a charming sort, has ME as the Super Bowl hostess in two weeks. His mansion is hostess-less, and I am his event coordinator. We'll be catered, and there will be about 25 of us in the 8000 sf house, and the three 50 odd inch tvs will all be centered on the game. I'll find an empty room and curl up with a book...that will be ok too. I love my coworkers, and my boss, and I'll be the hostess with the mostess...the mostess room between me and the game. I doubt anyone will notice.