We shall be part of Superbowl festivities this Sunday at the same place we've gone for the past two years. John and Arlene are friends of ours who come with some special built-in abilities that make it hard to resist. John once played for Ottawa and for Hamilton (now in his 70s, he's still a wonderful big bear of a man) and his addition to a football game is wonderful for the boys.
The fact that he and Arlene both cook up a storm and keep a train of food going for hours has its own seductive quality; beer, boys, football and food. Arlene and I wander off to drink wine and chat. It's heaven.
I'm not a great lover of sports. But I do have a foolproof betting system that rarely lets me down. I vote for the red team. It's my favourite colour, and if a team has red outfits, I vote for them. The first time was in high school, watching the Redskins play. I looked up, picked red, won 5 bucks. I spent some time in the wilderness being a Boston Bruin fan, but when it came to money, I stuck with red.
One guy I dated was seriously into the ponies. We'd watch harness facing, and he'd teach me the ins and outs of handicapping a race. I'd listen intently as he discussed muddy tracks, injuries, who was driving, and things. And I'd put a couple of bucks on whoever had on a red jersey. Easy. Won more than I lost. Here's to red.
Life is complicated enough, and sometimes you just need a go-to answer. If nobody is wearing red, I wait to see who bleeds first. But for Sunday, it's gonna be Cardinals.