Super Bowl Monday

 Life as an expatriot leaves one always searching for connections to home.  Nothing creates a connection to home like a sporting event.  Watching the big game live almost makes you feel like you are in your living room at home.  Last fall, the Irish and the Brits and Austrailians all had their Rugby World Cup.  On Monday, February 6, we Americans had our Super Bowl.

 The inconvenient thing about the Super Bowl was that, in China, it fell on a working day....on Monday morning.  This inconvenience was easily over come by taking a day of vacation.  The true hardship was that kick-off was just after 7:00 am China time.  So the true faithful had to drag their behinds out of bed even earlier than normal in order to get a seat for the big game.

Luckily for us, Zapata's was hosting a Super Bowl party.  So it was just a five minute walk to get from our mattress to our seat for the big game.  Milton, the owner, put on a breakfast buffet that included lots of bacon and scrambled eggs and biscuits and gravy.  And even better, he subscribed to the NFL.com web feed that included all the national commercials.  Because no one really watches the Super Bowl for the game any more.  We all watch to see the commercials.

By noon the party was over.  As a natives of Indiapolis, Theresa and I were happy that the right team won.  (As natives of Indianapolis, any team other than New England is the right team.)  Much as it pains me to admit, I had to have a drink in hand - a Bloody Mary - to watch the Super Bowl.  So by Noon, with belly full of biscuits and gravy and tomato juice and vodka, it was time to go home and have a long, long nap.