Celebration and the Boob

My head is full of Grey's Anatomy. Toxic blood and viscious mothers with Alheimer's. And what is going on with Addison? That's what I'm sure everyone wants to know.
Last thing on everyone's mind is the superbowl. If I'm correct, the Superbowl is the playoff of playoffs, if not the sport of kings, surely for the sport of the general watching public. Ellen Degeneres whistles from her desk about the Bears and the Colts, and there are advertisments advertising advertisements for the Superbowl.
Hey, I say any reason to celebrate is fine by me. Celebration in all forms is encouraged. I'd celebrate any day: World Hello Day, November 21st, Hedgehog Day, the 2nd of February, and Laugh and Get Rich Day, February 8th. I wonder how you celebrate Hedgehog day, anyway. I'm worried it involves flamigos and cards.
Anywho, the Superbowl even has a comparable sport in fantasy realm. The World Cup of Quiddich in Harry Potter is celbrated with glee like I'm sure, many of our football fans do.
Personally, I'm just going to eat a good meal and watch as much football as my gluttonous mind can take. No decorations, no party. Just good clean TV watching, much like I'd do any other week, but different, set apart, because of this distinctive game and the lovely advertisements and half-time show. No-one, I'm sure forgets the infamous boob. I, myself, often think of the boob fondly, even though it was years ago. We know that boobs usually aren't shown on national TV, so it was a scandal which our Puritan nation does not soon forgive, much less forget. But it did give us a topic to gossip about for a time.
Good luck, lovies, have fun at your parties, don't eat too much snackies, you'll just have to work it off later.