Superbowl this year is going to suck, because I'll be at work (normally its in the break from study).
This means no Superbowl sandwich for a pre-game warmup, which consisted of 3 layers of bacon and eggs, as well as other non-nutritious goods, encased in bread and dripping with fat.
This means no spicy chicken wings during the half-time show (a secret home-made recipe which makes the eyes water and the taste buds dance at once).
This means no breakfast beers either (oh yea, we're on bizzaro-Aussie time, which works out to be Monday morning) or the numerous beers that follow during the game.
Note: I do not endorse this on any other day of the year, particularly the sandwiches. Those are pure evil but reek of temptation.