I don't care for football, but I will watch the Superbowl. On two conditions - there's lots of guilty pleasure foods and I'm surrounded by some of my favorite people.
Like this giant silly kid (above) and his fiance, who now reside outside Philly.
Usually it's not hard to pick a side to just have someone to root for for the several hours I'm stuffing my face with wings and potatoes in various forms, but this year is feeling pretty uninteresting. I might just root for the halftime show.