Of course there are some who think the Big Game is about the Super Bowl.
Like that other game, our weekly haiku contest is eagerly anticipated. I've already received several foot tapping, harruummppphing messages reminding me Friday was POST DAY.
After the shock of the Oops win over at Serendipity Do Dah's I spent some time thinking about themes for this week. I finally landed on a subject I thought had not been done and would be fun when one of my projects went into overtime leaving none for games.
Somewhere, in the midst of this 2880 minute drill, I lost interest in the original theme.
Maybe it got hijacked by all the hype about that other game.
I think the Super Bowl Season is the Season of Lucre for those in Advertising.
They have reached saturation via every media form possible. Some of that seeped in.
Or, maybe, it was Blowfish who thinks far more about the food for a big game day than the game.
Or maybe it was his foot tapping, harruummphing impatience over no posted Game Day Menu for the Pond. It is a well known fact Blowfish enjoys his food best when he has had time to anticipate every offering.
Last night I arrived home late. Again. After our normal dinner hour. Blowfish was so puffed out he looked like one of those WWII mines waiting to explode with minimal contact. Here it was
Friday Night on Super Bowl Weekendand there was no dinner and no menu posted for THE GAME. Even worse, there was no stocked larder or stuffed refrigerator for him to investigate the mystery of the menu. Alarmingly, he had not been sweetly summoned to fetch in mountains of grocery bags from the Fizz. Before I got my coat shrugged off he was saying, " Fishy, I've been thinking it sure would be great if you'd make us some of those sweet, juicy, baby back ribs for the Game"
That's so ordinary I thought this year we'd celebrate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."
So now you know.
Our theme this week is