Frosted Flakes: Minnesota Super Bowl Fun – A Loppet, A Zip Line, And Wondering About Walleye

It’s a fun weekend in Minnesota, and there’s the Super Bowl too.

This is your obligatory Super Bowl post.

Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday, and like the past few years, I haven’t paid very much attention to what’s going on in the lead-up. Two teams I don’t care about are playing, and it’s a hard choice between them; should the New England Patriots win another Super Bowl or do I root for the city of “Brotherly Love,” a joke of itself nickname when one considers how bad their fans are. I know that we have Huskers playing in it, and I have always liked Rex Burkhead but even that is not enough to get me to root for the Patriots. Still, the Eagles. Gag. I have no plans to socialize with other human beings at a Super Bowl party. I thought about heading down to the local VFW, but I’d rather avoid alcohol so I will probably stay home and watch the game with Mrs. CornNation (if she’ll have me).

The Super Bowl is taking place in our fair city of Minneapolis. I’ve avoided most of the commotion surrounding the Super Bowl as I had heard trying to park downtown has been a nightmare.It occurs to me that I might’ve become the most boring human being any of you can think of. You’d think I’d get out and do something, but it’s -5° outside, and on the day of the Super Bowl the high will be 6° with a low of -1°. I have had a hard time dealing with the cold since my heart attack and probably should find another state in which to live. Unfortunately, I’m not ready to retire nor end my career. It’s a lot of work to figure out where you’d move next; then there’s the moving to do.