It’s a thing.  It’s a thing we do with nachos.  In our house, Sundays do not include church but we’ve been known to worship ourselves some beer and tasties.  It’s basically a Hamlin revival, only with less “amens”.  And today we’ve got an Old Testament battle with our very own Tom Brady and his Patriots versus some team from somewhere out westish.  They’ve got mountains there or something. I don’t even know.

Now I’m not one of those people who can spout statistics like…well, every male who also lives in this house…but I do love me some football.  And I do so enjoy our family zest for all things New England sports-centered.  It’s just fun.  And when the air outside can freeze your face in three seconds, there’s not a chance in hell I’m going sledding or even out to run the dog around the field.  No, thank you.

I’m going to slap on some sweatpants, hunker down and scream my head off at the television like any self-respecting Patriots fan today.  Join me?  Plenty of nachos to share!  If not, I hope you’re screaming for them wherever you are, and I hope it carries them to the Superbowl.  Because I do NOT want Sunday football to end.  Ever. Amen.