For as long as I can remember, I’ve spent Super Bowl Sunday doing two things.
One, of course, is watching the game. And for the few anti-football types out there, you missed a heck of a game. Not as great as last year’s, but still, a really good game.
The second thing I’ve always done on Super Bowl Sunday is eat chicken wings.
Now, I don’t know how the tradition started in the Johnson household, but, I was certainly happy my father brought it into existence.
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