My father was a wildly enthusiastic football fan, and during the season, Sunday afternoons in our house revolved around the NY Giants. My dad had great disdain for the people who lived across the street because they liked that "new" team -- the Jets.
Without fail, twice a year, I have a fond thought for a man I never had the pleasure of meeting. Those times: National Football League opening day and during the frenzy leading up to an American holiday called the Super Bowl.
Whether you follow the game, just like to watch and tweet about the hyped-up commercials, or tune into the high-wattage halftime show, there's no better time to invite some friends over for a viewing party.