[When last we heard from our heroes, they had just missed the kick off of the Super Bowl, because power was out at their humble abode. Now for the exciting conclusion of “Sunday, Black Sunday.”]
0 minutes until Kick Off
Still no power, still a dark house. Somewhere in the distance the Super Bowl was being played without our attentive eyes.
As we called the power company, our teenager found a live stream of the game on his phone. I could see our phone’s data allotment vaporizing before my eyes. My heart cried out for unlimited data. My fingers quickly dialed the power company for an update.
It would be another hour, before power was restored. We quickly hatched a plan that would involve a bar, televisions, food, and beer. Things were beginning to look up.
15 minutes after Kick Off
Sitting in the bar, our cares temporarily drifted away. Beer somehow helps with such things.
A little before halftime, we decided to head home and watch the conclusion of the game. Only one problem, when we arrived home, still no power.
120 minutes after Kick Off
Sad, we called the power company again. The new update was that it would be another ten hours until power would be restored. What?!? Ten hours?!? Apparently something of a some such was broken and parts would be needed from somewhere and would arrive sometime. Blah, blah, blah. “Oh, no problem Power Company, it’s not like something like oh the SUPER BOWL was being played or anything. Oh wait! It was being played, we just could not watch it!” Yes, somewhere football was being played, the lack of beer reminded me of that.
Our phones nearing zero power were turned off. We started a fire in the fireplace and settled in. We would wait it out, sleep in the living room in front of the fire, camp out inside, and live life like the days before the Super Bowl.
Evaluating the situation, I determined we would need many more candles and a lot more firewood. I left my family, jumped into the car, and headed toward the grocery store. On my way out of the driveway, I spotted a large electric truck doing large electric type activities by the side of the road.
150 minutes after Kick Off
Strolling through the grocery store, I picked up several bundles of overpriced plastic wrapped firewood and lots and lots of candles. My job as provider was done. Time to head home. I listened to the radio. I was the only one. Why? Everyone else was watching the Super Bowl! That’s why!
Turning onto our street, my eyes seemed to deceive me. I saw something wondrous. Something amazing. Lights. Lights on. Lights on at my house. The power was back. The game would be back on.
180 minutes after Kick Off
I settled in. Enjoyed the rest of the Fourth Quarter and Overtime with my family. The second the game was over, I took the power back into my own hands and turned off the television. It felt good to be back in charge.
240 minutes after Kick Off
Ushering the kids toward bed, they asked if they could still “camp out” in front of the fire for the night. Feeling confident. Enjoying my renewed sense of power, I turned down their request. The power had been restored and it was a school night. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the power company was no longer the villain, I had regained that dubious title. With great power comes great responsibility, some would say Super Responsibility.
525,360 minutes until the next Super Bowl Kick Off