Today is Gray Cup Sunday, the pinnacle of the Canadian Football League season, and I'm not at a party celebrating. This is by choice. I am not interested in football. I find football dull and difficult to pay attention to. There's something about the day that deserves a party, though.
Several years ago, after fostering an anti-Gray Cup party tradition, some friends sadly informed us they would no longer be available to celebrate the day with us in our particular fashion because the desire to actually watch the game had stolen upon them. This was not particularly sad, just somewhat puzzling. These days we celebrate the day by grocery shopping in an empty store.
I don't know what it is about Gray Cup Sunday, but I had this wicked craving today for hot wings and potato chips today. Sitting around the living room watching-the-game-food. Even though I held strong through all the grocery aisles, my passion for salty crispiness did not abate when we got home.
So I made me some potato chips. And ate them as I watched The Simpsons, avoiding the big game one channel over.
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