I have good friends.

I drove up to Whidbey Island to visit my old friend Nic for the greatest holiday the government stubbornly refuses to recognize and that is Superbowl. Nic prepared a meal for a king, well at least a middle class simpleton. Slow cooked ribs, hot wings, the best beans on the planet, and tequila lime chicken was all fantastic. While he was preparing the food he asked his three children who was the best cook in the house. They all screamed with a resounding "Daddy!" Yeah it was cute.

His wife wasn't around to hear that. I'm still amazed that it was the same guy who over a decade ago needed assistance preparing Top Ramen and now he has mad culinary skills.

I ate my own body weight as we watched Peyton pick apart the Chicago defense. The halftime show this year was actually pretty good with Prince giving a cover of "All Along the Watchtower." The kids probably didn't know who Prince was, which aged me a bit, but still they seemed to enjoy it. They were actually pretty busy with the toys I bought them. Funny how kids warm up to you when you purchase them stuff. They're sort of like women in that sense.

Sam sent me a link to one of Alyssa Milano's UNICEF ads. Just when you think she couldn't get an hotter she starts doing humanitarian work, Miss Milano that is not Sam, although Sam is a looker. I don't know why that makes her more attractive to me, but it does so I won't question it.

You know you have great friends when they provide good food and Alyssa.

"You hear about how many fourth quarter comebacks that a guy has and I think it means a guy screwed up in the first three quarters." - Peyton Manning