Superbowl Ends Football Season, Officially Begins Hockey, Basketball, Baseball, Lacrosse, Soccer, Rabbit, Duck, Football, Beerpong, Gay Sex Seasons

In a Superbowl most notable for a bemused Bruce Springsteen's fifty-nine year old crotch flying testicle-first into your living room, the Pittsburgh Steelers ended an angst-ridden three year championship drought and temporarily validated 334,563 people's questionable decision to live in Pittsburgh by beating the Los Angeles Arizona Cardinals, 27-23.    

Now that I am the father of twin boys (thanks a lot Jesus, you rat bastard) I was unable to watch the Superbowl at one of the many dens of inebriation that dot my neighborhood.  Instead I attended Baby Bowl I at a friend's house.  Baby Bowl, for those of you unfamiliar which I assume is all of you because I just made up the name, is a Superbowl party for new parents.  

The idea is quite ingenious actually.  As a new parent of two babies who enjoy crying only slightly more than pooping on the wall* or on their grandmother's face** the fear of taking them into any public or semi-public place and encountering a screaming fit (or two simultaneously) is enough of a deterrent that my wife and I virtually never leave the house.  This is very popular with our neighbors.  

Baby Bowl I allowed us to not worry about our kids screaming and pissing off surrounding non-child having people because everyone who came to Baby Bowl I had a kid (with one exception but he's a good friend so we weren't worried about upsetting him).  So, when children weren't crying, which was surprisingly about half the time, us new parents got to sit around, chat, drink some beer, and watch a surprisingly decent football game.  Good times. 

In other news, Spring Training starts in two weeks!  Bring on baseball season!

*Yup, this happened.

**Sadly this too also happened.