Last year’s Superbowl was forgotten like an item on a to do list only to be remembered a day later with a gasp and regret. This year, I wanted to make sure I was a part of the festivities. My friend Libby and I signed up for the Superbowl Breakfast at the Tokyo American Club and arrived around 7:45 am to find a male dominated (90-10 ratio) suit wearing sweaty banquet room with multiple flat screen TVs and a breakfast buffet. The coverage was loud and in Japanese and we started to doubt our decision to attend. However, a TAC employee got on the microphone and in an even louder voice told the crowd that magically, after the coin toss, the coverage would switch to English. We relaxed. There were long tables set up with screens on either side so that you sat across from someone at the table but they were looking behind your head at their TV and you were looking behind them at your TV. It was an awkward set-up. The game began and the play by play was in English however the names of the players were spelled out in katakana which looked pretty funny. When it was time for the first commercial, we were hit with the bad news. We would not be a part of the viewing audience. The coverage switched back to Japanese and we got to watch the players milling around the sidelines waiting for the commercials to end. Very very disappointing. But thankfully the game was so exciting that it made up for the loss of entertainment. At half-time three raffle prizes were called out – I was the “lucky” winner of a corporate apartment for two nights and 2 tickets to the cotton club. The breakfast was whisked away and in its place at 10am were hot dogs, chips and salsa and mini rueben sandwiches. Since I had just flown in the night before from New York and the jet lag was just kicking in, I was thrilled with the multiple categories of food being served. I don’t think Libby felt the same way. When the game ended, the men were quick to exit, to make it back to work before lunch time. Libby and I went to the card room to play bridge. It was the first superbowl where i made it to the end without a short nap, or falling asleep completely. Of course that had something to do with the lack of alcohol and the time the game was played. It wasn’t the best way to see the game, but I was glad I was a part of it this year.