The lengths we go through to preserve tradition…

As a Texan, American Football is a religion. It starts early… Grade school, Middle school, High school, College… Hook em Horns! Everyone knows I Bleed Orange!... NFL!
Honestly I was a little late to the sport being a swimmer most of my life, but early in my college years, I found the Longhorns (and the Cowboys.) Life has been complete ever since. Well almost – there was that dropped ball at fourth and goal this year by a certain Cowboy quarterback but I digress. For the Past 11 years I've hosted a Super Bowl Sunday Bar BQ rivaling any gathering for a "traditional" holiday. (Last year I actually smoked around 150lbs of meat.) So this year, I wasn’t about to let a trivial excursion in Bagdad stand in the way of such a paramount tradition. Along with my typical cohorts in crime, I am hosting the party The 12th Annual Breedlove SuperBowl BBQ Big Bash "long distance." Hey this is the digital revolution after all. My biggest challenge is watching a ball game between 3 am to 6 or 7 am. Essentially were not sleeping tonight. But the ability to call home and share an experience and talk with friends that are such a long way away (mentally and physically) is just too enticing. Lately when watching folks celebrate some religious festivals with violent passion, I ask myself, why is this 1400 year old event so important? Then I remember the USC loss to the Longhorns in 06 or a Super Bowl party I need to host…
Yeah – It's that important!