Winter Boom Boom

Last night I heard a rumble from the river. The thunder sounded like a battle. I worried that the Canadians had attacked New York City. I called several friends living on the Hudson. The growling grew louder. Finally Rod Longprong answered his phone.

“I heard the same thing. It’s fireworks.”

“Fireworks for what?”

“For Super Bowl Weekend.” I was thinking some rich banker’s engagement party.

“Oh.” I felt foolish about fearing an invasion, then again The Patriots weren’t in the Game, so I could care less about the SuperBowl in the Meadowlands.

Broncos versus Seahawks.

I’m picking the Seahawks.

Anyone but Peyton Manning.

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