I'm just glad that game is over. I couldn't take any more. If the Cardinals had scored again at the end to win the game, I wouldn't have had the energy to be too upset. That was a hell of a football game. I've got to give the Cardinals credit. They played their hearts out and deserved that game as much as the Steelers did. They definitely gave me the most stress I've ever had while watching a football game. (That's a sign I need to take it easy while watching games, but that's another matter.) Anyway, the game is over, the Steelers won, and I can relax. I can't really think about it right now.
I will say that James did a fantastic job with the centerpiece of our Super Bowl feast, our own version of the Primanti Brothers sandwich. We made our own cole slaw and James handled the French fries and grilling the meat for the sandwich. At one point we thought we might all have heart attacks either from the game or from the sandwiches, and I thought it would be best to let the cardiologist work out those details. I made chile con queso and salsa (both of which got great reviews) but the sandwiches were the highlight, and James deserves all the credit for that. I was skittish about trying to make a Primanti Brothers sandwich. I thought we were toying with forces we didn't fully understand. But James talked me into it, and it was the right call.
And one more thing: six is more than five!