Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday. I'm not sure but I think it is a national holiday, or at least, it seems like a national holiday. There's no traffic, the mall is empty, stores are empty, coffee shops are empty, it's a great day to pillage and plunder. But usually I go see a good movie because real men don't go to movies on Super Bowl Sunday. Yes, it's true, I'm not a real man. I can't be a real man because I was not born with the "sport gene". Don't get me wrong, I think sports are a great way to get exercise and promote healthy competition, I just don't understand why mature adults get so worked up, especially during football games, over who's got the damn pig skin and what their doing with it. And if you live in Chico, why would you give a rats behind about who wins a game between the New York Rodents and the Boston Terriers?

A typical exchange in my gym locker room between myself and some guy dressing out next to me....

"So, who do you thinks gonna win the game tomorrow?"

"What game is that?", I ask.

"The Super Bowl!", he says wondering what planet I come from.

"I don't know, who's playing?" I ask. At this point he thinks I'm kidding. But the funny part is, I really don't know.

As he stares at me in total disgust I say, "I don't much care for Super Bowl, I'll probably go see a chick flick or something." About this time, six other guys have overheard our conversation and quickly rush over to where I'm sitting and beat the hell out of me. And rightly so. But seriously....who's playing?