THE SUPER BOWL EXTRAVAGANZA APPROACHES. I HAVE NEVER WATCHED ONE. I AM TOLD THE FOOTBALL ACTION IS SUPERB, BUT THE HALF-TIME SHOWS REMAIN TOTALLY HORRID, AWFUL
Bernie Marvin
January 15, 2026
Here we go again. Super Bowl time approaches, and as the teams wrap up their regular-season schedules, the final matchups come into view. On Sunday night, February 8, 2026, the big game will be played with all the pre-, mid-, and post-game hoopla imaginable.
We do not subscribe to any television sports packages. We have no cable service, and our Wi-Fi is fed to us in spurts and dribbles by the phone company, which barely provides a slow trickle of energy that we have put up with since building here in 2008.
Every day, I depend on our feeble Wi-Fi, which drifts in and out, to get my stories and photographs out to The Bridge Weekly, my book publishers, or others interested in seeing what I am up to on the book and story front.
I have been operating this string and tomato can hook up with the tech world for 18 years and have suffered many glitches, but we plow on, awaiting the day when Piermont will finally be wired up for modern-day communication like our lucky neighbors to the north.
Of course, we could not be offered a sweet communication package like others near us are, since they are hooked up to New Hampshire Electric Cooperative. Those lucky folks get the rewards of an electric company that wants their customers to be happy and up to date with electricity, AND modern, fast, and economical Wi-Fi.
So, until that day, I scheme and try to dupe the television programming moguls and the NFL wardens into somehow allowing the two of us here, a tiny pathway in the highway of Super Bowl television so that maybe I could find a free channel that will send some Super Bowl signals our way deep into the pristine woods here in North Central Piermont.
Here, we have everything anyone could want: an abundance of wildlife all around us and on our front and rear decks, in the bushes and shrubs, and the honeysuckle, and looking in the windows. We love the trees that provide us with firewood, shade, and eight inches of oak leaves to play with when our grand and great grand children come to play with us. And on the west side, a plateau is planted with red clover and thick fescue for the bees, birds and chippies.
It finally did happen last year. We were permitted the pleasure, by some wealthy world benefactor, of watching the Super Bowl as it was streamed to the masses and at no charge. For Super Bowl Sunday last year, we were looking forward to sauced chicken wings, guac, nachos, and little smokies, but wouldn't you know it, we were somewhere else having fun, and the thought of Super Bowl football never entered our heads until Monday morning.
Over the years since that first Super Bowl in 1967, the Super Sunday show has grown into a huge event, with about 124 million souls watching this competition, and even more will be watching when the two teams hit the turf amid fireworks and screaming fans on Sunday night, February 8, 2026.
Enjoy the game!
We do not subscribe to any television sports packages. We have no cable service, and our Wi-Fi is fed to us in spurts and dribbles by the phone company, which barely provides a slow trickle of energy that we have put up with since building here in 2008.
Every day, I depend on our feeble Wi-Fi, which drifts in and out, to get my stories and photographs out to The Bridge Weekly, my book publishers, or others interested in seeing what I am up to on the book and story front.
I have been operating this string and tomato can hook up with the tech world for 18 years and have suffered many glitches, but we plow on, awaiting the day when Piermont will finally be wired up for modern-day communication like our lucky neighbors to the north.
Of course, we could not be offered a sweet communication package like others near us are, since they are hooked up to New Hampshire Electric Cooperative. Those lucky folks get the rewards of an electric company that wants their customers to be happy and up to date with electricity, AND modern, fast, and economical Wi-Fi.
So, until that day, I scheme and try to dupe the television programming moguls and the NFL wardens into somehow allowing the two of us here, a tiny pathway in the highway of Super Bowl television so that maybe I could find a free channel that will send some Super Bowl signals our way deep into the pristine woods here in North Central Piermont.
Here, we have everything anyone could want: an abundance of wildlife all around us and on our front and rear decks, in the bushes and shrubs, and the honeysuckle, and looking in the windows. We love the trees that provide us with firewood, shade, and eight inches of oak leaves to play with when our grand and great grand children come to play with us. And on the west side, a plateau is planted with red clover and thick fescue for the bees, birds and chippies.
It finally did happen last year. We were permitted the pleasure, by some wealthy world benefactor, of watching the Super Bowl as it was streamed to the masses and at no charge. For Super Bowl Sunday last year, we were looking forward to sauced chicken wings, guac, nachos, and little smokies, but wouldn't you know it, we were somewhere else having fun, and the thought of Super Bowl football never entered our heads until Monday morning.
Over the years since that first Super Bowl in 1967, the Super Sunday show has grown into a huge event, with about 124 million souls watching this competition, and even more will be watching when the two teams hit the turf amid fireworks and screaming fans on Sunday night, February 8, 2026.
Enjoy the game!
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