 How does Ed feel about the Super Bowl?
"But you shouldn't be wasting money, not with how much rent you pay and-" Jesus. 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. 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. 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. No fighting today, please." Up until then it just seemed like constant warmth, as though she didn't have any childhood concept of Dad apart from him getting home from work, then her sitting on his knee, eating cookies and watching football highlights until Mom came in and scolded them both for ruining their appetites before dinner. Suddenly there was rap music and nose rings, sneaking out of the house to see her friends and not wanting to go to church. Suddenly he was no longer this lovable bear-man that ruffled her hair and gave her candy and explained defensive plays to her, but this huge obelisk of injustice that just wanted to crush her high school life into dust. It was constant warfare; every opinion she had became a battle, every decision she made a conflict. Getting away to college gave her escape, but bred resentment too; he hated that she went to New York, even though NYU was a good school, and her decision to stay there after she finished made things even worse. And then politics got all crazy, weirder then ever, and it became impossible for them to talk without it erupting into fights almost instantly. Since her second year of school he'd never been to NYC to visit her. She came back when she could face it; sometimes for birthdays, sometimes for Thanksgiving. But somehow always, like now, for the Super Bowl. Like football was the one thing they still had, that one thing they could still sit in the same room together for. Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough of Fox and whichever war this is. It's signed in to her Dad's FB account, and the last thing she wants is to try and log in on hers before he gets back from the john.
 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