One group of friends doesn’t know and doesn’t care. They have a wonderfully whacky Super Bowl tradition that appeals greatly to the nonconformist in me. Each year they compete to see who can go the longest without knowing the outcome. Especially in a year like this one where I don’t have a rooting interest and the Dad and Daughters Club has committed February 11th to watching “Killers Of The Flower Moon.”
Truthfully, I am too plugged in to do very well. I mean, it’s kind of hard to find out who won the golf tournament without stumbling upon the Super Bowl winner.
Alison says when she doesn’t want to know the score of a Chelsea women’s game, she goes “full Amish”. That is prob what it takes. Who is in with me?
May the most Amish among us win.
Pressing Pause 
K is going with her daughter to see “Alice in Wonderland” tomorrow afternoon at the Columbus Metropolitan Ballet and probably won’t be home until 8:00 tomorrow evening. I will honor my 7:00PM bedtime and will see the game result the next morning when I read my morning news. Zero interest in watching it after two solid weeks of “Super Bowl” hype. Go Amish!