The Monday after . . .

A lot of America is moving a little slowly this morning, recovering from what was no doubt an eventful weekend full of parties with friends, tons of food, and everybody talking about the outcome of the big event. Everyone seemed pretty sure of the outcome, and you were scoffed at if you thought otherwise. But, in the end, everybody was wrong and when Punxsutawney Phil finally made his appearance he did in fact see his shadow meaning we are all doomed to six more weeks of winter. Pretty exciting stuff. Also, you may have noticed that the Super Bowl was this weekend.

We got together with our small group from church to watch the game and had a great time. I'm a big football fan, but as time goes on I'm finding the Super Bowl less and less of a big deal. Maybe it's just because I'm just not really emotionally invested in any NFL teams. Although, from the media barrage lasting two full weeks and the pre-game shows that start in the morning (for a 6:30pm game) you'd think you'd have to be crazy not to.

I really did love the game this year. I was happy that the Giants pulled off the upset, but what made it more fun was that absolutely no one gave them any chance of doing it. I don't ever remember any recent sporting event when the outcome seemed so certain. Sure, all of the goofballs like myself had our opinions, but even among the experts and those the most "in the know" couldn't see that this was coming. That always makes me smile. These people should have known, at least, that this was a possibility. That's their job. They live this stuff and are around the game and these players every day.

We are awfully sure of ourselves sometimes. Something to think about the next time you hear the "experts" talking about whatever is popular that day.

And Happy Groundhog Day.

-Jeff