No hot chicken wings. No nachos. No hair-on-fire chili grace my house this weekend. Super Bowl Sunday has always been a non-starter. I do admit to some cheese, but then there’s ALWAYS cheese. I don’t own one piece of licensed sports apparel and am completely guilt-free. The only yelling at the TV in my house are knee-jerk reactions to political reporting (which pretty much happens every day.) As both the most un-athletic fan in any room and a self-described renegade, the whole concept of Super Bowl excites me as much as a Zombie Apocalypse. The hallowed sports day happens – just not here.
Super Bowl Sunday has become one of America’s biggest unofficial holidays. For weeks before the big game, commercials remind us to stock up for the event. Some even throw in a few ads that urge us to buy a spanking new flat-screen to watch the revered game on – just for good measure. You can’t be too over-the-top on Super Bowl. To non-football fans, though, it’s just lame.
The hallowed day is as is as traditional as Easter Egg hunts but with play by play narration. Did you know Super Bowl Sunday, overflowing with beer and obscene amounts of snacks, is second in consumption only after Thanksgiving? Uh huh.
With my lack of Super Bowl enthusiasm, I can’t believe I’ve ever gotten a single invite to those soirees, but yes, I do and I feel more than a little guilty about it. Who really wants a pigskin pal whose mind wonders if a date with my trusty Waterpik would sound reasonable? Continue reading “Super Bowl Madness? meh”