I doubt that I’ll watch the game. I’m not much of a football fan to begin with, and having no geographical or cultural allegiance to either of this year’s contestants, I’ll probably take a pass.

Earlier in the day, however, I will be going with Ken, my bodyguard and Da Chef of da Future to Rutt’s Hutt for deep fried hot dogs, fries, maybe a bowl of chili and a couple three mugs of beer. I spent many of my teen and post-teen years eating Rutt’s Hutt hot dogs, but for my cronies it’s a novel experience.

Maybe after a couple “rippers” (Rutt’s well-done deep fried dogs) and a few brewskies, I’ll feel differently about the watching the obscenely overblown football game.

It all depends on what’s on the History Channel.