My cousin Rob always throws a super bowl party. He has the perfect place for it, his living room is dominated by a pool table and lit by beer logo lights. I go for the family reunion. Rob's friends, after all these years, are just extended family. But this year, I mostly watched the game and asked my husband to explain what was going on since I really, really, don't know much about football. I will admit championship games have more zing.
He didn't need to explain a thing when James Harrison, the Steelers' linebacker, made his 100 yard score into super bowl history. Harrison bounced off every attempted tackle and ran even faster. Someone was screaming. It was me.