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I planned to sleep on the flight back to Edmonton today but about 15 minutes into a barely one hour flight we hit turbulence, the kind that rocks the plane from wing to wing and back while the body of the plane gives a good imitation of shaking to bits.

Jarred back to my usual state of being hyper-aware that I am not in contact with the earth, which I view as completely unnatural and totally in opposition with my self’s needs, I needed a distraction.

Fortunately, we were flying WestJet, which provides complimentary satellite TV. As Dee was using the only set of earplugs I can currently put my hands on (because she’s “borrowed” and lost just about every pair we have), I surfed the channels for something I could watch sans sound and nothing is more perfect for that than football.

It was championship Sunday in the NFL. Packers were whomping the Bears in their home stadium – so much for being the top seed. What was most interesting to me was that the AFC game to follow pitted the Steelers against the Jets.*

Back in the long ago day, I was a Packers fan and my late husband was a rabid Steelers fan.

In 2006, the Steelers clinched the AFC title the evening before Will died and went on to win the Superbowl a couple of weeks later.

He also told me that someday our teams would meet in the Superbowl. How odd that it such a thing has come to pass today.

Or not.

*Bret Favre had to be just eating his own heart with fries today with both the Packers and the Jets playing for the minor crowns today.


Very odd to see Will’s goatee dangling off the end of Brad Pitt’s chin. This is the time of year when Will shaved away the winter beard and went back to his goatee. He hated clean shaven because he had a round baby face. Whiskers aged him and he liked that.

His goatee was long. No dreads back in jutted off his chin to become this soft bushy brush that I would twirl my fingers through. Pitt’s looks rather thin and old man in comparison despite the fact that Will’s was beginning to gray a bit too.

My MIL hated that goatee.

“Why don’t you tell him to trim it at least,” she would say to me, but he would just grin and reply for me,

“She loves it the way it is,” and then he would smile at me like we were two children in cahoots.

The celeb mags debate the sexiness of this style and why on earth Pitt’s wife puts up with it, but I can attest – as I have married two bearded men now – that the appeal is in the man more than the grizzle. Only some men can pull off this look.