A/N: This story combines two ideas that I wanted to bring forward, and I'm worried that I didn't do either of them justice. But I want to read Pseudynitous' Superbowl story, and I don't want to read that before I finish mine, so I'm considering this one ready for press, even if it isn't.

"So, do you have plans for tomorrow night?" Auggie asked Annie over breakfast on Saturday morning.

"Well, considering it is a Sunday night, not really. What do you have in mind?"

"Seriously?" Auggie asked. He was a little bit shocked, but not as much as he might have been before he found out how little Annie knew of football.

"Am I forgetting something?"

"The Superbowl?"

"Oh right! I love watching those commercials!"

Auggie rolled his eyes. "A friend of mine is having a party. I'm going, if you want to join. But I'm following the game, not the mass consumerism."

"People actually care about the game?" Now Annie was genuinely shocked.

"When New Orleans played in the Superbowl in 2010, crime actually stopped in the whole metro area. The good and bad guys didn't come together to watch commercials about puppies."

"Oh I bet they were!"

"So do you want to come?"

"Of course I do."

...

Annie and Auggie ended up sitting on a small couch that had a horrible view of the TV. Auggie had an ear bud in one ear, listening to the play-by-play, and Annie was more interested in the people around them than the actual game.

With two minutes left in the second quarter, Auggie made his way to the restroom during a commercial break. When he came back, he heard everybody teasing one of the women about crying.

"What did I miss?" Auggie asked Annie.

"She cried over one of the commercials."

Auggie pinched his eyebrows together. "But they don't usually show the Clydesdales until the fourth quarter."

Annie pushed a fresh beer against the back of his hand. "I thought you didn't care about the commercials?"

"Not all of them. The Clydesdales are special."

"Well, this one was a puppy commercial."

"Ugh. The puppies are over-rated."

"I agree." Annie replied. The game started back, so the room got quiet for a little while.

"WHAT?! He killed somebody?" The same woman that had cried over the puppies screeched from the other side of the room.

"I take it that she just found out about Ray Lewis?" Auggie asked the room.

"Yep. And she was having so much fun rooting for the purple team." Said the guy that was with the emotional woman. Annie and Auggie never caught their names.

Auggie let out a laugh. "Well, the other 51 players are probably really nice guys. Ray Rice is, at least."

"How can you laugh about cheering for a killer?" The woman exclaimed.

"I'm not cheering for a killer. I'm rooting for the whole team."

"How can you be so calm about this?" The woman continued.

Auggie shrugged.

"Maybe it's a sad fact about today's society that we don't think anything of watching a murderer for entertainment." The woman continued. She was obviously a little bit drunk.

"Babe, calm down and cheer for the other team. I'll look up the criminal records of their players." The man with her suggested.

"It's a very physical sport. Violent tendencies off the field aren't a huge surprise." Auggie tried to reason.

"Well, I am glad that I don't work with people that have killed anybody." The host of the party said lightheartedly.

Auggie gave half a smile and shrugged. Annie squeezed his hand.

"So," Annie said. "What is everybody's favorite commercial so far?"

...

"If we leave now, we can get home before the Clydesdales are on." Auggie suggested at the start of halftime.

"Are you sure?" Annie asked. "You seemed to be having fun."

"Come on." Auggie said, standing up.

They thanked the host of the party and went to the car. When they were inside, Auggie took a deep breath. "Sometimes it takes hanging out with regular folks like that to remind me why I never wanted to be one of the regular folks."

Annie laughed. "Sometimes it seems like normal would be nice."

Auggie grimaced. "Never."

I could swear that the Clydesdales used for the commercials were from a large farm in Illinois, but when I fact-checked, the official Anheiser-Busch Clydesdales appear to be in Missouri. But in my head-canon, Auggie is a fan of the Clydesdales because of some home-state pride.