So another Superbowl Sunday is upon us.
Another opportunity to watch The Big Game with a crowd of one-time-a-year football fans. The same ones who will make insightful contributions and ask pointless questions throughout The Big Game until a mortuary silence descends in stunning suddenness at every commercial break.
Yep … Fun times …
I have long decided that most seasons the Best Pro Football Games are played in the weekends of the Division and Conference Championship games. The mania of Superbowl week just stokes a lot of distraction and the interests of the football shoobies.
A good thing for the NFL corporatists, not so much if you actually like to get inside the game; enjoy Joe Buck’s insights (ducking behind the couch); and hear Peyton (Broncos quarterback, the guy who will be standing behind the players, who are all bending over, waving his hands around like Abbie Lee Miller on “Dance Moms“) playing mind games at the line of scrimmage (that’s the place where they spot the ball before every play).
The Superbowl has evolved into a huge social event, as opposed to a reason to watch a really good football game, over the decades since few people cared about the Green Bay Packers (They are not playing today.) manhandling the Kansas City Chiefs (Andy Reid’s new team, also not playing today) 35-10 in the first Superbowl (1967), back when The Big Game wasn’t even called the Superbowl (AFL-NFL World Championship Game).
But that’s OK. After any event has a successful run as long as this one has, it takes on a life of its own. I have gone to many Superbowl happenings and have avoided others.
It all depends on the varied moods and interest levels of this cranky man. And who’s playing …
If New England or New York was in it again, I’d probably welcome the chance to get be hopelessly distracted.
Today, I’ll just hunker down for this Superbowl Sunday and watch it in the comfort and relative quiet of my own home. Hope it’s a good one!
Newsflash: It wasn’t “a good one”.
I lament the passing of the days when the Superbowl was played in the afternoon. Parks were empty, museums were deserted, zoos were quiet, stores were ghost towns. Since I usually don’t even know who’s playing, the outcome had no interest for me. Yep, I’m of of “those” people.
Last year my daughter and I went to see the movie Lincohn. At a multiplex in Marinette, Wisconsin. We had the place to ourselves……the WHOLE place. Well, us and the guy selling tickets and popcorn. Just one employee that night.
I wish they’d have a Superbowl every Sunday.