Timing is everything. I'm not into football but there it is...the superbowl on February 3rd the day after we set sail. This is new to me so I am just guessing that if they broadcast it on the ship I must drink the beer I hate, scratch what itches, yell boolia, burp, and learn the names of the teams.
If, I agree to do this I will seek revenge. My honey can expect to play bingo for at least one game: B3 honey, B3!