Let's Make a Deal

Newsflash - It's Superbowl Weekend!
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the world's biggest football fan. Neither is my husband. In fact, if we're being completely honest here, I think that back when Mike and I were first together I actually explained the rules of football to him.
But I do, occassionally, enjoy a good football game. I'm a true bandwagon fan of many things. Football included. So when Superbowl Sunday comes along count me in. I love the beer and the nachos and the chili. I've hosted Superbowl parties.
Probably the best or most memorable Superbowl party was the year before we got married. Mike was living with the world's biggest football fan (thank God I had already explained the rules of the game) and since I was always at his place I offered to make a huge batch of chili, get tons of snacks and we would have a party. We all had fun. But as Adam (the roommate)'s team started to lose really badly he went off to his room to cry and watch the end of the game. I'm not sure whether we were more absorbed in the game or laughing at Adam.
But that's what makes Superbowl fun.
Right?
The Janet/Justin fiasco. Golden.
I love it.
There's just one problem. The Superbowl is not shown on Treehouse and Matthew is very demanding about watching his shows.
Hence our use of his favourite phrase - let's make a deal.
Tomorrow we are on a quest to watch the Superbowl and are hoping to do it without a toddler having a temper tantrum for the duration of the game.
Luckily we are getting pretty good with the bribes. Licorice and chips will tide us over for awhile. We can bring all the good basement toys upstairs. And, if worse comes to worst we will turn our bedroom tv on to Treehouse and let him hang out in the love den (ha ha just kidding) while we enjoy the game of all games, the Superbowl.
Now, in all honesty we are a little anxious. This weekend is posing a few problems. Mike went to the grocery store to get all of the ingredients for Chili but they had no kidney beans. I think another traditional Superbowl food is wings, but Mike hates chicken wings so that option is out. We may be making nachos. We'll just have to see. There's also the small issue that we could be without water (our neighbour is turning the water off for a few hours - don't ask). And, we still have to pick up beer. Because it would seem I have a new found affinity for drinking beer. And what is the Superbowl without beer?
We fully intend to spend tomorrow discussing with Matt why the tv will be tuned to football. In highschool I went to a lot of games, and found pure joy in the idea of screaming "smoosh smoosh smoosh" every time someone tackled someone. This will be my final card. If nothing else we will allow Matt to scream at the television while we attempt to enjoy the show.
Wish us luck everyone. I think tomorrow we will be needing it.
Of course, if anyone wants to babysit - you've got our number!