But most of all, I love it because for the last 6 years (or more!) we have been graciously invited over to a friend's house to watch the game there. It is the fun of being with these lovely people that I look forward to every year.
But it is not a typical Super Bowl Party.
Our hosts, who are my friends, are both Doctors that I worked with at the hospital before I retired. They are also from India.
This media room (I wish I could take pictures to show you. But that would be rude and then I would have to explain the blog and Oh, Lord..it just wouldn't be worth it!) is not just any room to watch the game.
Then, if this doesn't spoil us enough.....at half-time, the wife serves homecooked, genuine Indian food. Curry chicken, rice, all kinds of delicious things I can't pronounce.
Who wouldn't love Super Bowl Sunday when we get spoiled like that?
The funniest thing that has ever happened at one of his parties was that once, the game was kind of lopsided for one team over the other. Finally, a huge interception occurred and the whole room went up in a cheer. My friend yells right along side of the rest of us, runs up to me, gives me a "high five".
Right after that he says (in his thick, wonderful Indian accent): "That is good, no?".
We just all cracked up.
Not only that, but even though he doesn't know much about football, he researches every year and goes and buys one of the team's jerseys and sports it during his party. He never really has a reason which team he decides to root for....he just says; "This time I am going to cheer for (whomever)." And he does. Just as hard as any loyal fan would.
I just love to hear them all talking to each other (and us) with their beautiful, fluid Indian accents. They welcome us as if we are family.
Every year, the Host (my friend) calls to especially invite us by phone. We have the same conversation every year.
Picture him, using his wonderful Indian accent:
Him: "Hello. Is this Joan?"
Me: "yes it is".
Him (playfully): "Guess who this is?!"
(yeah, like I couldn't tell, but I always play along).
Me: "Could it be Dr. _____?"
Him: "Oh, you guessed it! What will you be doing on this coming Sunday night?"
Me (feigning suprise): "Well, I might be busy going to a Super Bowl party at your house!"
Him (always laughing): "Then you and Paul can come?"
Me: "We'd be delighted."
Him: "5:30 p.m. then?" "Come at 5:30, Okay?"
Me: "We will be there! Thanks so much for the invite." "Oh...and I will bring the usual sausage and crackers".
(There is a special sausage made at a meat plant locally. It is only sold from Nov. to January and they call it their "holiday sausage". I always buy it and freeze it so I can bring it in Feb. to his Super Bowl parties. It is a wonderfully-seasoned mild kielbasa type sausage that I steam in the slow cooker. It is like crack, (as Aria from Aria'z Ink would say). Ever since I brought it to his first year's Super Bowl party, at EVERY subsequent party, everyone anxiously asks me (the minute I hit his door)..."Did you bring the sausage this year?")
Him: "Oh, no...don't bring anything. It is not necessary to bring anything".
(We have this argument every year. He just tries to be nice. He is usually the first one to get some sausage and try it when I set it up on the side of his gigantic bar!)
Me: "Of course I am bringing the traditional sausage!" "Don't argue with me, you know I am going to bring it!"
Him: "Well, Okay. That would be nice."
We'll get there at 5:30 p.m.
It will be gone before halftime.
And the memories of the delicious Indian food prepared for us with love?
And the memories of a bunch of people who love this country and have made our community so much better by them moving here?
For me, they will last a lifetime.
And, heck....eventually....it just may be enough for me to start liking football.