I retired from the game, but not the party.

My dad used to yell at the tv while he watched something that I had no interest in. If it made him that mad, why in the world would I want to watch it. That was my first introduction to football.

When I was big enough to play the game myself, it was more of a game of torture with my brothers and Little Richard, not the singer, but the kid next door we called Little Richard because his dad was Big Richard. Those were the Fogles we grew up next to. They still live next to our house, but now one of my brothers bought our house after mom and dad were gone. They were always good neighbors. Big Richard was a big guy that could pick us all up at one time if he had to. He was deaf, but would speak just a little bit if Peggy wasn’t with him to translate. He was a giant, but he was gentle. We still didn’t want to make him mad though. Anyway, I don’t think I played much, but at that point some of my baby teeth were gone and my permanent teeth were coming in. So with all those gaps in my mouth, when I got tackled I managed to only bite through my tongue instead of biting the end of it off. I guess that was lucky, but it didn’t feel like it, so I picked my self up, went back to our yard, and retired from the game.

As a teenager, we would go with mom and dad to a friends house to watch the Super Bowl. There was lots of food set up in the kitchen, so that’s where I spent the game. Again, there was lots of yelling in the living room. I didn’t get the appeal, but the food was good. So, I was all for a good Super Bowl party. Years later I would go see some friends near D.C. to watch the game, but mostly we just ate and talked and occasionally someone would check to see what the score was. There were some legit football fans there, but nobody was losing their minds when their team was behind.

We will invite some friends over this weekend to watch the game, make fun of the commercials, and yell at the half-time performer for whatever tragedy they’re putting on. I make a bunch of food and this year I think I’ll make some homemade Sloppy Joe’s, Bacon, Spinach, & Artichoke Dip, and Mick wants some chocolate fudge.

Bacon, Spinach, & Artichoke Dip


1 12oz jar marinated artichoke hearts, drained

1 12oz bag frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained

3-4 strips crispy bacon, chopped

8oz softened cream cheese

1/2 cup sour cream

1/2 cup mayonnaise

2 teaspoons minced garlic

1 1/4 grated or shredded parmesan cheese

1/4 cup shredded mozzarella cheese

1/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese


Press all of the water out of the spinach once it has thawed. 

Mix well the artichoke hearts, spinach, bacon, cream cheese, sour cream, mayonnaise, garlic, and 1 cup of the parmesan cheese.

Spread into a 2-3 quart casserole dish and top with remaining parmesan, mozzarella, and cheddar cheeses.

Bake at 350 degrees, covered for 20. Uncover and bake for 5 minutes more or until top is bubbly and beginning to brown.

Serve immediately with crackers, pita chips, tortilla chips, or toasted bread points.

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