Super Bowl Sunday: Faith, Food, and Football

Ah, Sunday. The day of rest, reflection, and—if you’re in our house—strategic grocery shopping and football-induced snacking.

We kicked off the morning (pun absolutely intended) at St. Bronislava, where I’ve been a parishioner since birth. Gannon served at Mass today, and let me tell you, there is nothing cuter than seeing your kid in an altar robe, looking all angelic and composed—until you remember this is the same child who, just yesterday, probably tried to wrestle his brother over the last slice of pizza.

Post-Mass, the Huz declared that lunch was necessary, but first—Super Bowl snack reconnaissance. We made our way to Plover Metro Market to stock up for the big game, dodging fellow shoppers who were also on a mission to secure their game-day essentials. Chips, dips, and all things that will ruin my attempt at healthier eating magically found their way into the cart.

Then, Pizza Ranch. We arrived right as they opened, narrowly avoiding the stampede of hungry weekend warriors. The boys went all-in on pizza and fried chicken, while I attempted to show some self-control with salad and soup. (The keyword here is attempted—fried chicken is a powerful temptress.)

Once home, groceries were put away, and I donned my Chiefs gear—not out of loyalty, but out of the practical need to get more mileage out of an outfit I wore last year. Hey, if I own it, I might as well wear it, right?

Now, I’m curled up on the couch with both dogs at my side, diving into It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover. I started it last night and am hoping to get a few more chapters in before the game. Whether the book or the Super Bowl will have the more dramatic twists remains to be seen.

So here’s to a relaxing Sunday filled with family, football, and fun commercials. May the best team win—or at the very least, may the halftime show be entertaining enough to distract us from the calories we’re about to consume.