Kintropy In Action

"Would you like to come over for a Super Bowl party tomorrow?" 

"Hold on a sec."  I held the phone at my side, discussing Bubbie's invite quickly with Janette.  HD t.v. football, snacks, and family fan time:  sounded perfect to me. 

Janette, I knew, would not be as enthusiastic, though.  During this year's season, both kids had embraced the pigskin with me, but not Janette.  Hannah loved the lights, music, and action.  She sat next to me, cheering on our teams many Sundays.  Gabriel discovered a fleeting interest in the team that bore his monogram on its helmet, particularly when they played against Pop Pop's Eagles.  For Janette, football was just one of my little surprises she had discovered after our marriage.

"How about I take the kids over, and you get some down time?" I offered.

Needless to say, Janette wholeheartedly endorsed my proposal.

Enjoying the brief halo circling my head, I prepared for football day.  Sunday morning, Hannah and I warmed up by playing, dancing, singing, and walking laps around the house.  Gabriel joined us after Sunday school, building what he called a coyote cave with Janette.  He and Hannah dug in for a kids' sized, pre-game tailgate party.

After a few minutes to myself and a shower, I gathered up the kids around two and headed to Bubbie's.

What can I say?  We ate, we watched, we conquered.  Hannah bounced her attention from Cousin J to Auntie OK (who earned a big, happy shout-out from Hannah usually reserved for her closest personal and professional friends).  Gabriel played with his cousin or his Nintendo DS, occassionally looking up to admire the animated football player and Terminator robots duking it out around commerical breaks.  Janette walked over and joined us for dinner.  My brother, mother, and I:  we enjoyed an excitingly close and well-fought game, all celebrating the narrow victory by the much-maligned New York Giants.

Tonight, Hannah sleeps deeply after a no-nap Sunday.  Gabriel, too, has settled in his room.  I've roamed the internet to read game narratives, several of which captured this nail-biter well.  Now, I'm signing off and heading to bed myself.

To a great next season (yes, the Pro Bowl doesn't really count)....

-- Dad