I Guess I'll Watch the Super Bowl.

Disclaimer: there is really nothing of value in this blog post. (Yeah, I know, so what's new?) So if you want to waste three minutes (or so) of your life reading it, that's up to you. But don't say I didn't warn you. (now, back to the regularly scheduled blog...)

I guess I'll watch the Super Bowl. But I really have no idea why. Don’t get me wrong, I love football, especially NFL. And if this were just a regular playoff game, I’d be a lot more interested. But it’s the Super Bowl. I’m supposed to be excited. After all, half the free world (or something like that) will be watching. But I think I’d rather grade my physics tests instead. (I’ve been sitting on them for almost a week. I should really get going.)

First of all, I don’t really care who wins. Yes it would be great if the Patriots lost. Of course I hate the Patriots. Every real American hates the Patriots, just like they hate the Yankees. Oh, and yeah, the Lakers as well. Hockey? Real Americans don’t hate any particular hockey team. They just hate hockey in general. OK, maybe not “hate.” “Ignore” is probably a better word.

But still, I’m supposed to want to watch it. Really. The game is everywhere. On the TV, newspapers, radio, and the net, that’s all anyone talks about. And again, I’m not sure why. Honestly, it’s not that big a deal.  We play this game every year. Not like the Olympics or World Cup, which are every four years. No, every year, each team has a 1 in 32 chance of winning. (OK, maybe not the Browns…)

And really, as much as I hate Tom Brady (Yes, every real American hates Tom Brady) it doesn’t really affect me if they win. (OK, maybe I will smile a little as I see pics of Perfect Tom whining on the sideline.) I also have to admit I love watching replays of David Tyree catching that pass, then Buress getting the touchdown, then the Patriots inept to come back in the last 35 seconds. Hmm… maybe I’ll watch it just in case.  

But of course, I have to watch it. Because if I don’t, when I get to work the next day, I’ll be left out of all the talk. No, not about the game. Nobody ever really talks about the game after it’s over. They’re sick of hearing about it nonstop for two weeks. But the commercials, yes that’s another story. I mean, what if I had never seen the “Hey Mean Joe, do you want my Coke?” ad?  Or the “Macintosh against Big Brother” ad of 1984. (I wonder if Steve ever caught the irony of that ad before he passed on) Or the Clydesdales? How would my life have any meaning if I don’t see the ads? (yes, sarcasm intended)

Everyone gets in the act. Everyone. Just recently, the Super Bowl was even a topic of discussion on a popular adultery website. (Yes, they really have those, and no, I’ve never gone to one.) According to a sports talk radio guy, the site asked a poll question of the married women visiting the site: “Which Super Bowl quarterback would you rather “know”? Eli beat Tom 56/44. (And no, nobody knows why.)

You know, I kinda wonder, how many people really tune in for the football? And how many watch because of the commercials? Or how many watch because, like me, they feel like they’re supposed to. Not sure what the percentages are of those.

Honestly, I see that I have no right to complain. Because by writing that everyone is making a big deal of it, I guess I'm doing the same thing. I mean, really, I have a blog post on the Super Bowl? (Really?) Apparently, I've succumbed to the sirens as well. 

So I guess I’ll watch. At least I get Michaels and Collinsworth, and not Joe Buck (Yes, every real American hates Joe Buck too.) I can always grade my tests between commercials I suppose.

(And maybe when it’s over I can quit writing in parentheses.)

(One can only hope.)

(Remember, I warned you!)