This morning I slept in after all the hoopla of yesterday. My Pats won the Super Bowl last night. We feasted on appetizers and a chocolate cream pie. The game was a bit boring as the offense slept. The defense, though, was mighty. The parade is tomorrow.

When I got the papers, I was surprised at how warm it is. It feels like spring. Last night the air was hazy, but today the air is clear. A cloudy blue sky frames the bright sun. It is a day to be out and about enjoying the weather.

My father never saw the winning Pats. He would have been overjoyed. My mother would have planned a watch the game party. The food would have been plentiful and delicious. She sometimes watched but knew nothing about football. One time she cheered for the wrong team. We explained. She didn’t really care. She wasn’t into any sports.

The one team my whole family roots for is the Red Sox. My niece and nephews were indoctrinated at birth with their Red Sox onesies, and they have passed on their love of the Sox to their own children who wear Red Sox t-shirts and hats all summer. Spring training for pitchers and catchers begins February 12th. I’m now putting my Patriot’s paraphernalia away and am wearing a Red Sox sweatshirt. I can barely wait for baseball.

That’s about it for today. It is almost time to be out enjoying the weather while it lasts.