"This is my Super Bowl...

You don't have to like football to have your own Super Bowl

“This is my Super Bowl…

…I quietly whisper to myself as I try to help a bird escape from my garage.”

…I scream to the man in my favorite car (a tractor that made it’s way onto a real road) next to me because he can’t hear me when his windows are up.”

…is what I have written on a piece of paper in the pocket of my black trench coat that I slide across the counter to the woman helping me at the bank in hopes that I can communicate fully how much I am loving this bank experience.”

…is what I tell the waiter who brings me the chicken that I like. And we laugh, and he goes back to the kitchen and probably tells the chefs while waiting for them to ding the bell when the next dish is ready.”

…I think to myself when someone joins my quadrant in a revolving door and I make us go around again.”

…I affirm as a second bird flies into my garage, only confusing the other bird more.”

…My doctor whispers in the ear of his assistant as he scrapes something off of my leg and puts it into a bag with a skull and crossbones on it.”