Super Bowl Sunday

Sunday, sweet Sunday. Clear skies, calm air, and mid-seventies. Life here in Arizona is just too good. Then there’s the upper tier—the Dakotas, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois—freezing. The Northeast and Southeast, freezing. California, burning. New Jersey shoveling snow out of the Super Bowl stadium. I still don’t understand why the powers-that-be decided to schedule this game for a wintry east coast. I think a cold venue might favor a defense over an offense, therefore Seattle over Denver. I hope that doesn’t prove true. I want Peyton Manning to prove that he’s the greatest quarterback ever. He deserves it. Next Sunday. Should be fun. And the Phoenix Garbage Can Open will lead into it. Possible as many as half a million people will go to the TPC party. Lots of beer, lots of screaming and jeering at that infamous par-3 16th. This is the hole where players like Bubba Watson actually encourage the fans to shout as loud as they like when the golfer is in his backswing. It’s the hole where the caddies race off the tee to see which can get to the green first. The PGA officials have tried to put an end to this race because of the danger to the caddies, lugging a very heavy golf bag as they run. I think the caddies may decide to continue the practice despite what the officials say. Next Sunday should prove to be a fun day—football and golf. What more could I ask for? Well, I guess I might ask for a celebratory pizza. That would be nice.