 How does Ed feel about the Super Bowl?
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. 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. 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. 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. But somehow always, like now, for the Super Bowl. 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. In her pocket her phone vibrates, purrs against her skin, reminding her it's there, making sure she's not forgotten where her real friends are, that there's a world outside, beyond Dad and his TV.
 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