There it was, the annual game that people can’t wait to see. The reason that middle aged men gain two to three pounds a few days following the event (obviously due to the excessive amount of carbohydrates they consumed in a matter of five hours). You know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s only the most enthusiastic and spirited Sunday of the entire year. The Super Bowl.
Every component of this particular Sunday should be things that get someone thrilled and pumped up. But, for me, all I can think about while watching that game is the amount of crumbs I’ll have to vacuum later that night, stains I need to scrub from spilled salsa and guacamole, and hours I need to spend at the gym to work off the quesadillas, nachos, chips, and pizza that I tried so hard to resist.
Super Bowl parties can be fun, so don’t get me wrong; the social aspect is very nice. It’s just complete torture having to pretend like I’m enjoying the game when I would really rather be sticking pins in my eyes. The entire Super Bowl tradition has evolved into NFL becoming a product placement galore.
When I’m watching a game, I like to focus on the players, I like to think about which team could possibly win, and I like to think about how maybe there will be another Janet Jackson incident during half time. I hate how while I’m enjoying my game and listening to the sports casters talk, I have to hear about how I should choose Bud Light over any other kind of beer. Or how I should drive a Chevrolet or an Audi instead of a Mercedes.
I can’t drink, and I don’t even have my license. Right now, I don’t need them being thrown around in my face while I’m trying to watch my game.
Don’t think that just because I hate the Super Bowl, I don’t like football, that’s definitely not the issue.
The problem I have with this tradition is attending an event where everyone in the room is fake rooting for a team and stuffing their mouths with preservatives. Neither the Giants or the Jets were playing in this Super Bowl.
Come on, let’s be honest, do you really know any hard core Packer or Steeler fans from Westport? I dare you, try to name three. How many of these people that were at my party have ever even been to Pittsburgh or Green Bay.
There’s no way that I’m the only one who didn’t enjoy watching a bunch of overweight men that all look the same running around in the same colors.
Everyone is afraid to admit it, no one wants to face the facts and come clean. The Super Bowl is just a gimmick. A five hour Chevrolet and Bud Light commercial. All of the people who go to these parties just wait for that one night of the year to root for a team they know nothing about pretending like they’re die hard fans.
Let’s face it, what we all really look forward to about the Super Bowl is the star spangled banner, the halftime show and the commercials. Christina Aguilera wasn’t terrible singing the national anthem, until she butchered it with the wrong words. The Black Eyed Peas were pretty good, until Fergie tried to hit notes not known to mankind during her horrendous revamp of Sweet Child o’ Mine. And then the commercials were just okay, nothing t rave about.
I am definitely the minority when it comes to my lack of interest in the Super Bowl, but hey, that’s how I roll.