Superbowl party for One.  January 20-February 17, 2020 (part 1 of 4)

 

I apologize for being so tardy with updating the blog.  Because there has been so much going on in the month since I wrote, I will break this into 4 sections; American football, our youth football program , VIP events, day-in-the-life.

 

When we last spoke, the San Francisco 49ers were about to play the Green Bay Packers for the NFC Championship, and I was wrestling with the technology of getting the games through NFL Gamepass.  As you know, the Niners beat the Packers and went on to the Superbowl, only to face defeat at the hands of Kansas City Chiefs.

 

Since I am a big fan of the 49ers, my home team, I decided to make seeing the game a priority.  I am proud to be friends with John and Denise York, who, like many of you, enjoy Tierra Roja, and are great supporters of the Napa Valley Vintner charity events.  So, I was really rooting for them, for this to be their year.

 

I did everything Gamepass told me to make sure I would be trouble free.  Then, I rented a room in a nice western hotel in Fes, to be sure I had 2 sources of internet.  I watched pre-game festivities on my laptop, with a crystal clear picture.  The game started at just past midnight my time.  I had snacks; good cheeses, French bread and Pepsis, from the Carrefour, Pistachios from my brother, and Fritos from my Aunt.  In the room I found a plate of fancy candies & cookies, with dried fruits.  The hotel upgraded me to a suite, which meant I could enjoy from a sofa, treats and laptop perched on a coffee table, instead of eating in bed.  It was glorious fun as my team was winning convincingly and I was getting a good picture.  I enjoyed the commercials and half-time (a little more of Jennifer’s hoo hoo than I needed, but sure to be outvoted on that one).  I was exchanging texts with a few family and friends.  Then, the tide turned.  The Chiefs took the lead, and with 2 minutes and 45 seconds to go in the game, Gamepass cut me off.  No picture and no options.  Loved ones delivered the disappointing loss by text.  Next year will be our year.