Here I sit before my computer, the time is 4:23 PM, Sunday, February 1, 2015, I am going into my 100[SUP]th[/SUP] year of life, and yet I sit here in anticipation; like a little kid…as I await the start of Super Bowl #49 in a couple of hours. Being of this age, I hope to be favored with a couple more years of Super Bowl anticipations before I leave the world in which I now live. The little kid in me has never left…yet, I know I have mellowed…what I wanted done yesterday before I grew to this age, I now know you cannot rush time. While time is constant…you cannot rush it, nor can you delay it…it keeps marching on. For me it has marched on farther than for a lot of people who are no longer here with us to share our thoughts on this special day. In the United States of America this PM, this super bowl football game takes precedence over much of what America thinks about many the facets of life. Just stop to think the millions of plans that are going around the country in anticipation of this game…all the cookouts, the meals, the planning that went into those meals…the soft and hard drinks that will be downed by passionate viewers who will be rooting for one team or the other. Much money will be wagered on the outcome of this one game that eclipsed a season where 32 teams played 16 games each to reach the playoffs…which came down to this one super game today…only in America. Stop to think of the hundreds of thousands of miles [perhaps millions] traveled by teams and their support people to reach this game today. Stop to think of the millions upon millions of dollars spent to reach this goal today. The planning that went before this game and started long before the first game of the season was ever played is more than overwhelming. It took many human minds, it took scores upon scores of plans by team owners, bookkeepers, managers, players, coaches, doctors and just plain helpers on to reach this day called Super Ball Sunday. All day long on TV the game has been hyped by writers, columnists, guests, football players, and scores of other people employed by these TV stations to bring all this Super Bowl chatter to you. Before I forget…imagine the millions of dollars spent upon ads to run between plays of this game. Imagine the effort that went into creating these ads that will cost a small fortune to produce and run during this game. Perhaps, if you are a dreamer like me…and as old as me…you hope to live beyond this football game played today by the New England Patriots and the Seattle Seahawks. As I turn around I see Bob Costas talking at a booth on the TV and watch one man carrying the ten yard measuring device with its chains. The time is 5:20 PM. Time for me to try to figure out what I am going to eat tonight. The little kid in me knows I cannot rush the time…as I await the start of Super Bowl #49…I hope the Seattle Seahawks lets the champagne fly later tonight.