The venue: Our family room. The menu: hot wings, pierogies, and whatever anyone else brings to share. Oh, and a Steelers logo cake. The beer: COLD. The guests: Neighbors and friends. Lots of 'em. Exact number changing hourly. Probably more than we can comfortably seat. The more, the merrier. The husband: Fears hubris. Cautiously hedging … Continue reading Superbowl