Superbowl Sunday Research Paper

My Favorite Superbowl Sunday

The day had finally come. No it wasn't Christmas or the New Year, Kwanza or even Easter. It was the the most glorious day of all days, the Superbowl. Now for anyone who has never heard of the Superbowl and lives in America, that person has either lived in a cave for their whole life or…well that I think would be safe to say that's probably the only case because everyone knows what the Superbowl is. Anyway, this Superbowl Sunday started off just a little bit different than most Superbowl's I've had off from work and for any of this day to make any sense for anyone that wasn't there, I'm going to have to start by including some background information on the previous events that led up to this day. Our adventure
As my eyes struggled to adjust to the bright florescent light beaming from the kitchen I realized that it was no more than 6 am. "Well hello there drunkie!" an annoyingly screechy male voice yells from the kitchen. Confused and still a little disoriented I ignored whatever asshole decided to wake up at such a god awful hour. I had noticed he was wearing spandex and a bandana so that shed some light on why anyone would be up so early after a night of drinking. After lying there for around 30 more minutes, I finally decided I might as well get up seeing as how most of the house was waking up top 40's crap coming from the stereo. Eventually the rest of the house gathered in the kitchen and the stories of the night before started to unravel. Luckily, I wasn't on the topic of discussion (aka I wasn't the drunkest) so I decided to start drinking again since I was on vacation. Bad idea. For the next 7 hours of the day I couldn't hold a single thing down. The crazy thing is I actually made it snowboarding! I literally would take a run, get on the chairlift, get queazy, vomit off the side and repeat. Yes, I know it's quite disgusting but that's how much I love to snowboard. Now to make myself sound even more insane, as soon as I stopped vomiting like a bulimic woman I started my drinking again. Once again as soon as the alcohol hit my lips the day blurred
The house had finally slept in (I assumed the excessive drinking over a two day span was the cause of this) and I felt like a million dollars. We packed up our things and headed to the slopes to catch a few more runs before heading back to Denver. Before we hit the chairlift I decided it would be in my best interests to keep drinking, and so I did. I took the leftover handle of vodka and polished every last disgusting drip out of it. Now that I had had my breakfast I was ready to ride, or at least I thought. Now I've snowboarded for most of my life so snowboarding to me is like second nature, but today was a little different. As the lift approached the top of the mountain I assumed the position to get off but wobbled a little too much and fell off about 5 feet before it arrived. Thank the lord it was a 3 foot drop at most and nothing was hurt but my ego. The lift attendants immediately ran over making sure I was ok. I brushed them off playing it cool and rode off. The rest of the run was about as sketchy as that first lift; I couldn't balance worth a damn. That's when I decided it would be best for others and myself if I quit and just went to the