Super Bowl sunday is upon us and I am excited with the possibilities of seeing gladiator like clashes of millionaire titans. Yes sir! This shit is happening once again the same as every year with dollars and bookies scrambling for the last seconds of odds laying and I, fully prepared for the fun to comence later this evening am enjoying a post church chill time and savor every second of the day.
The original shit starting and founding of the Super Bowl was in the mid sixties when the competition between the AFL and NFL came to a head after a series of pay hikes and raiding. They were totes like "lets just merge cuz we are starting to pay folk too much of our sacred scrilla" and other dude was like " kool, but we have to have a competition between us every year to call out top dawg!" Thus the Super Bowl was born.
I love celebrating a hugely barbaric pastime as much as anyone but it mos def wont take over my sunday. There is plenty to do on Super Bowl funday. First, I woke up and slowly cleaned and rearranged shit so peeps can fit around my big ass tv. Next, time for the Lord! I find my peace with this ritual and i suggest anyone find a ritual, secular or religious to bring peace to the day before getting turnt. Next, sunday drinks y'all! This is chill ass down time spent with friend or alone to gather your sanity and thoughts. Afterwards, more prep, mid winter beach party in a climatron, and last of the cleaning (winning means doing).
So as I sit infront of my coffee and Bourbon and await the second half of my day and gather my thoughts with you, the last thing that pops into my mind is "Haters gonna hate!" Go Seahawks!
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