I don’t particularly like football. American football, that is. I adore the European variety. At Trader Joe’s, during my checkout, an employee commented ‘you’re getting an early start.’ I told him that while yes, he was correct, it was for the girlfriend, not so much for myself (I was buying snacks for the little soiree we’re having).
I told him that it comes with the territory. These sorts of little compromises. And, later, the grander type. Indeed, I love that. And look forward to it.
So, on super bowl Sunday, I say, it’s not so bad. Why, because I love you. Love, love, love, as John Darnielle would say.