Last Sunday, Brian and I were doing peaceful, quiet things. I was knitting and reading, he was playing a computer game . . . and suddenly we heard a small series of explosions on the street outside.
Pop! Pop pop pop! Pop pop!
BROOKE: Do you hear that?
BRIAN: Yeah . . .
BROOKE: It sounds like firecrackers.
BRIAN: Yeah . . .
BROOKE: But why would someone set off —
BRIAN: — in early February —
BROOKE: — on a Sunday night —
[pause]
BRIAN AND BROOKE: Ohhhhhhh . . .
That’s right, folks. Even though we live in what is generally known as “a drinking town with a football problem,” we had managed to completely forget about the Super Bowl.
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