Simply Cheris. . .

I haven't been a fan of the Super Bowl since I saw my husband propose to the skank who came between us in college. This year when his team made it to the big game, I got all up in my feelings. It was probably hormonal. But I didn't make the trip to the game with the rest of the family. I regret that now. I knew my boo was going to keep pounding and come back with his second ring. But things didn't work out that way and Maurice got hurt in the game. A separated shoulder. I should've been there. I try to pretend that I'm over what happened all of those years ago, but in the back of my mind, that hurt is still there. And it didn't help that two days before the game I got a letter that Lauryn Michaels is coming up for parole. I haven't told Maurice. I don't plan to tell Maurice and it's not because I think he's going to sleep with that crazy bitch again, but I don't want our lives taken over by that insanity again. I'm out. My husband...

This is probably going to be my last Super Bowl. I'm excited that my Panthers are back! The first time I got my Super Bowl ring, I almost put a wedding ring on the wrong woman's finger. Lauryn Michaels had come to Miami with me and I asked her to marry me right after I got my MVP trophy. Thank God it didn't happen. Hope you enjoy the game in prison. When we made it to the Super Bowl this year, Kenya said she'd pass on the trip. When I proposed to Lauryn, Kenya saw that shit and she still feels some kind of way about the big game. My father-in-law, my brother, James, and his wife Jade have come to California to cheer us on. I just miss my wife. Media day was fun, glad they kept the cameras on our QB, because I was FaceTiming with Kenya, who said she is not coming here to surprise me. I don't believe her. Because her dad already spilled the beans. Read about Maurice and Kenya's journey in Let's Get It On