Sanitarium

The term “record breaking” usually has a good connotation; not this time. The devastation (this choice of diction will make sense by the end of the paper) done by our record breaking snowfall by far outweighed the benefit. Although I enjoyed the extra week of break; my weekend, my favorite weekend of the year, was ruined. Super Bowl weekend is my Christmas, by the end of the Lamardi trophy presentation I am already looking forward to next year’s Super Bowl. I remember past Super Bowls far more vividly than my own birthdays. With that being said, three feet of snow did a wonderful job of giving me a Super Sunday to remember; just not in a good way. Every year for as long as I can remember, I have spent Super Sunday with my uncle (who is responsible for getting me into football). The two of us sit and analyze the plays, talk about what we would do in certain situations; we totally engross ourselves into the game. This year, that did not happen; I was devastated. For several hours leading up to the game, my cousin and I spent hours upon hours shoveling the driveway and cleaning the cars. We tried several times to move some of the cars so we could try and drive over to my uncle’s house. We were unsuccessful.
Unable to leave our house and attend our annual Super Bowl party, my cousin and I were left to watch the big game alone. We had to hunt around our house for any food that we could put out to make it seem like a party. We began watching the game; as usual we got really into it. After the first quarter, someone in our neighborhood had the bright idea of ordering a pizza. To make matters worse, the restaurant sent out a lady in a small Ford Focus sedan. With mountains of snow, one would think they would be smarter than that; unfortunately not. At the very end of the first quarter, the delivery lady proceeded to get her car stuck right in front of our driveway. As good people, we felt obliged to go out and assist her in getting her car out. We then spent the next 45+ minutes helping her (along with other neighbors that came out); in the process missing the entire second quarter of the Super Bowl. That was enough to spoil my day. I had missed a significant portion of the game that had spent the previous 52 weeks looking forward to. Luckily we did make it back just in time to see The Who perform; as I am also a fan of Rock N’ Roll. My personal feeling of obligation did not allow me to sit idly by as another person was trapped under brutal conditions in the dead of the night.
Though the gratification of the delivery lady did give my heart more satisfaction than that of just sitting for 4 hours and watching a game; I still felt like the joy of my Super Bowl weekend was torn away from me because Mother Nature thought it would be funny. This record breaking snowfall that we received, in no way brought the awesomeness of breaking a record. The damage outweighed the benefit; and therefore served no purpose.