Right now if Mike was still here, I imagine we'd be betting on the Super Bowl, that is unless we liked the same team. Highly unlikely, though. We seemed to always like the opposite things. He used to like chili; I didn't. Then I started liking chili and he didn't. At least not the hot kind. He was an absolute basketball nut and I could care less; I like baseball. He loved golf and I never could understand why you'd want to chase a little white ball all over the place. We did, however, agree on one sport that we both liked ... tennis. In our younger days, we played considerably when we both lived in California. He was better than I was and, of course, he let me know it. But I didn't care, really. I let his ego have his way and it always ended up with both of us laughing about our tennis match for some reason. Mostly because we were so pooped when it was over. Let's see ... that was at least 25 years ago. Holy Cow!
I hope you're having a good time wherever you are, Mikey. Put in a good word for all of us left here on Earth, will you? We could sure use it right about now. Just know that we all miss you very much. Enjoy the game from your vantage point.
I'll be watching the game tomorrow, mostly for the commercials. My favorites are the Budweiser ones with the Clydesdales. Amazing!
Namaste!
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