Hearts vs. Balls. That’s the real face-off this weekend. A true battle royale. And I’m not okay with it!

Is anyone else struggling to understand what scheduling genius thought putting the Super Bowl the day before Valentine’s Day was cool?

No, just me. Sweet. Buckle up. This might take a minute. 

The minute my Patriots were out of the running this year, I sent the following text: 

While it’s almost a given that I’ll make and bring snacks to any gathering, there are some circumstances when I must put my spatula down and focus on the game. 

Namely: Super Bowl Sundays when the Patriots are playing.

No Patriots = All the snacks.

To date, none of my friends have complained. I’m still getting invited to Super Bowl Parties. Though I suspect that may equally have to do with the fact that I’m fairly good-natured when suffering through Patriot-Hater rants. (I get it, it sucks when the same team always wins (ahem, 90s-era Yankees. Ugh!) But when that team is yours, it’s flipping awesome. So, I’ll endure your rants while still feeling supreme.)

In summary, I’m IN on the Super Bowl. The whole Super Bowl game and all. And, hello this Bring Back the 90s Concert that’s happening at halftime!

Valentine’s Day = Mixed reviews. I try not to let the greeting card companies dictate when I tell people how I feel about them, but if you like a little bonus love day––You Do You, Boo! 

Galentine’s Day, however, that I’m into. An excuse to brunch and #breadhard with my peeps––Hell, yes! And it requires a full day.

Super Bowl Sunday and Galentine’s Day are the SAME DAY this year.

I’m still working on that time machine and I have some ethical concerns about cloning (mostly, there is such a thing as too much Tarrah). 

In other words, I can’t be in two places at once.

I can’t be popping bubbles with the ladies AND making the perfect Hawaiian Jalapeño Wings that will be ready for game time.

While I know that this year’s scheduling snafu has everything to do with the Winter Olympics and little to do with the NFL giving up on courting female fans, it still sucks.

My brain is confused enough that the Super Bowl wasn’t last weekend and I can’t seem to remember that I need to avoid any bars, restaurants, or activities that are romantic-adjacent for the weekend and on Monday. 

Don’t crush my perfect Galentine’s Days dreams!

Let’s all take a lesson from this year and plan better in the future.

(And, yes, fine, here’s the recipe: Hawaiian Jalapeño Chicken Wings!)