Ignorance is Bliss

It's 9pm on SuperBowl Sunday, 2008. The Game is over, and I don't know who won. I listened to a little ESPN radio this morning, but since coming home from errands, I've played outside, taken a nap, watered the plants, done some laundry, walked the property in my snowshoes (a.k.a. playing), and watched Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell in Groundhog Day. Come to think of it, we just had Groundhog Day and I don't know if six more weeks of winter is on its way or not.

Bliss.

The only times I've been a big football fan were when the Seahawks were young: Largent, Herrera, Krieg, Doornink, et al. John Elway was so good he actually got me rooting for the Broncos toward the end of his career, Favre is simply outstanding, and that's it.

I know the Patriots were 18-0 going into today, so they probably lost. But then, Brady is an amazing quarterback, and 18-0 aint just because the league's watered down with so many teams. Don't know anything about the Giants, which means they probably won.

But I honestly couldn't care less. Today I saw whitetail deer, turkeys, a pileated woodpecker, a dozen or so ravens, two ladybugs (indoors), and more fox tracks. The sun was out a while, Monique comes home tomorrow, and in 351 days dubya retires and the world can begin recovering. Life is good.