SUPER BOWL SAYONARA
I didn’t watch the Super Bowl, not because I don’t enjoy a good football game, especially this one where the nation’s best offense went up against the NFL’s best defense, but because of all the glitter, tinsel, hype, and endless blather that takes place hours before game time.
Instead of halftime shows, which make no sense to me at all because they’re unnecessary unless you need a half an hour to go to the bathroom, why not just feature people who know what they’re talking about when it comes to playing football? Insightful analysis of what you’ve watched in the first half is certainly more appealing to football fanatics than the cluttered, noisy, spectacle taking place on the field.
Some people goober over the ridiculously expensive four million dollar commercials that companies believe will raise brand awareness of their products and encourage sales. Some are quite clever, others rather mundane and pointless. Instead of spending the money on raising the standard of living for their employees, these corporate nitwits believe the world will flock to purchase their products, bringing in vast dimensions of unfathomable profit whereas in fact, study after study shows they’re no more effective at four million dollars a spot than they would be if they ran them at three in the morning in between infomercials for wall mounted back scratchers.
The Super Bowl is less about the game of football than it is an excuse to throw parties on what would be just another bleak mid-winter Sunday afternoon, void of anything resembling entertainment. Maybe that’s why people look forward to it. They get together with friends, drink, eat more than a billion chicken wings, and argue over who makes the best chili. The parties have become the pastime, not the game. More than that, it’s the end of football season which means watching television on Sunday afternoons will be no more exciting than watching ice melt or a BMX tournament where young men fall off tiny bicycles and end up with concussions and shoulder injuries.
Don’t despair however. Soon golf will take over as the Sunday afternoon televised game of choice. It’s not a sport, it’s a game. But at least people are swinging clubs which means that someone’s doing something else other than breaking their necks.