When I was in high school (and still didn’t like football), my English teacher Mr. Fenlon told us that if we guessed the combined Super Bowl score for that weekend’s game we would receive a 100% on our weekly vocab quiz. Which, in hindsight, was not a very big deal. But I thought it was so completely awesome.
Sadly, I had no clue what a reasonable football score might be, so I just guessed at random. That Sunday, I paid more attention to the Super Bowl than I ever had before. I’d chosen a pretty high number–something in the 70s I think–so every time the score went up I was genuinely excited.
In the end, I didn’t get that 100%. But the point is that because I had a reason to be interested in the goings on of the game, I was interested.
And that, dear FifGers, is why I have created an exciting game that YOU can play at home this Sunday! Ta da!!
Super Bowl Bingo
2-4 Players
Materials: Game Cards (1 per player); M&Ms, pennies, or just a pen/highlighter
Directions:
1. Download the Super Bowl Bingo pdf. (Created by me.) (Seems to work better on Explorer than Mozilla.)
2. Print and cut out a game card for each player.
3. Fill in the Bonus square with something you think you will see during the game.
4. Watch the Super Bowl. Each time an item on your card appears on the screen, cover the square with an M&M, a penny, or just draw an X on the square.
5. The first player who marks 5 squares in a row wins! Or, if you want to go all out, the first player who marks the entire board wins.
Game Card Key:
white squares = things you see
dark gray squares = things announcers/reporters say
(doesn’t have to be word-for-word)
light gray squares = things that happen in the game
Need more coaching for the Super Bowl?
Make these cupcakes, or these.
Root for your favorite Gossip Girl.
Or just take this quiz to pick your team.






So instead of watching the first half of the game on the plane, I watched in the bar. I stood next to a pillar with my bags and North Face coat and listened to a New Orleans-based flight attendant chat with a guy who is apparently friends with the Saints’ Charles Grant. Their flight to Atlanta was supposed to have taken off at 3:00. A little more careful eavesdropping, and I realized that the bar was filled with Atlanta passengers, and four hours into their delay they were drunk as skunks. One lady left her husband’s side to drape herself over Charles Grant’s friend. She kept repeating, “We have to work at seven in the morning. Can you believe it?”












