 How does Ed feel about the Super Bowl?
Divided we stand Sara lets the Lyft park itself in the drive, lets out a sigh, and tweets wish me luck plus some emojis before slipping her phone into a hoody pocket. "But you shouldn't be wasting money, not with how much rent you pay and-" Jesus. Not this already. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle. Michigan in February. Mom is already halfway up the stairs, bag in tow, headed for her room. Really." The war spills out of Fox News, casualty figures scrolling across monochrome drone footage, attack helicopters circling over Caracas apartment blocks, pundits with bronzed skin and immaculate blond hair smiling from four-way split screens. Really. Ad break. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug. "Well let me tell you," He shifts in the recliner, with some obvious pain and effort, to face her. She regrets the sarcasm as soon as she hears it in her own voice, but she still can't stop herself, like it's expected, like it's part of the routine. "They just got to get themselves out there, huh Dad? No fighting today, please." "Sheryl-" "No. I don't want to hear you two as much as disagreeing about anything today, unless it's about the game.
 He likes the football and the time he spends with his daughter
 He doesn't care for football but enjoys all of the celebration around it  He loves the ads even more than the game  He likes the football and the time he spends with his daughter  It is his favorite sporting event and he would never miss a football game