I was so busy writing Irish-style jigs and slip jigs,
it must have slipped my mind.
Actually, here's how I found out it was SuperBowl Sunday: I called my mom and when she answered there was a loud shout in the background. She said, "Oh, it's your father yelling at the colts." Colts? I thought. They don't live on a farm and there aren't horses around for miles. Why would there be colts in the yard?
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