Have you ever found yourself at a Superbowl party unhinging your jaw and shoving anything salty, greasy, fried and over 45 grams of fat per serving in your gob? Well get a grip this year and knock that off. For the love of all that is sacred and holy we are lucky to live in a place with choices — and good ones at that.
I hail from a place where football is a way of life. At the age of six my father taught me how to throw a football and take a hit so Super-Sunday (even though my Lions did not make it there this year) has always been a day full of fun mud-filled and snowy memories for me. Continue Reading















