Feb 10 2010
Snowed In, but “Health doesn’t take a snow day”
By Matt DeReno
On The FFD
PITTSBURGH – It seems now for a week we have been snowed in. It is beginning to make me irritable. However, I have continued to find a way to eek out the winning day.
The Super Bowl was a bit of a fine line, however I think it was very close. I will error on the side that “Hey, I kept it close during the freaking Super Bowl.” I didn’t do much for the big game, but I did have a few beers at a local bar beforehand. By kickoff I was home watching the game from the confines of my game room. I remember I had to do some sit-ups to come under my Daily Game Day Objective – but I did. So I survived the Super Bowl.
The whole family is home because of the snow. School is canceled. Work is canceled. Shouldn’t I cancel my Football Fan’s Diet? Well the answer is “Health doesn’t take a snow day.” Okay, I just sounded like Mall Cop. The bottom line is we are all snowed in together. That is sort of fun. However, my back is sore, which may be due to the excess pounds I put back on since the end of Season III and I think I am irritable because I can’t make it to the gym. Call it a good irritability.
Alas, it is snowy outside and the golf swings of summer are but a dream. The next time we hear the cracking of football pads, I should be well near my goal. That is a good thing to visualize when you head out to grab the snow shovel. Did I mention that I am irritable?

Not entirely sure where that came from and what this says about this so-called “Football Fan.” I will say this: Last week was a most curious win for Matt becuase he had a lot of those “7″ point scoring days. I am half convinced that under my more strenuous guidelines last year, those “7s” would be losses. We are taking baby steps and getting better.
There is nothing quite like the Super Bowl: The commercials. The hoopla. The excitement. The anticipation. The finality of the season. The celebrities. Like any football-loving fan, I live for the Super Bowl. This is what it is all about.
Meanwhile, in South Beach, Florida a party rages. You have all the swanky clubs. You have topless beaches I suppose. You have nightlife. You have celebrities. You have football legends all cavorting and pulsating to the urban beat of tropical Miami. You know what? I would not trade places.