Day of days

We'll take a break from politics at least until Monday. After all, this is a national holiday from all of that, and not just because it's my birthday! . . . . .

I had Fox's NFL pre-game show (the first few minutes of the first of four hours!) on until they started showing and listening to the tired old 1972 Miami Dolphins. Thankfully a Patriot win today will put them on the backburner for the rest of their pathetic lives, at least until somebody sticks a microphone in front of one of their faces. . . . . .

A Groundhog Day e-mail made the rounds yesterday. It made a good point: In South Dakota, whether the groundhog sees his shadow or not is immaterial because, either way it's good news. Either we have spring soon or we have only six more weeks of winter instead of three months! That's a positive thought.

Here in Vermillion there is something hanging in the air today under bright but cloudy skies. Snow is supposed to be on the way although even the Keloland Doppler Storm Center with all of their bells and whistles isn't saying yet just how much we might receive. Let it snow; without the bitter cold, snow isn't all that bad, as long as I don't have to travel anywhere! . . . . .

Our USD teams both won last night before a crowd within 98 people of 6,000. Both were #4 in the nation last week. The women lead the conference, and the men are now in a first-place tie. It gets tough now. Next games are at Nebraska-Omaha next Saturday, then Minnesota State and St. Cloud State, both on the road, the following week. . . . . .

I don't think I'll blog the Super Bowl game. I know that, if the Patriots lose, I'll get e-mails and phone calls, which I will ignore. If it happens, at least it's to a decent team like the Giants instead of despicable groups like the Packers or the Steelers. But it's hard to imagine their coming this far without finishing the perfect season. Let's play ball and see what happens. The Super Bowl meatloaf is in the crockpot (that's a personal tradition); later sweet potatoes and pumpkin dessert will go into the oven. Oliver and I will dine in style as kickoff approaches.