Superbowl Sunday 2011

I’m surprised that Superbowl Sunday has not yet been declared an official National Holiday, for all of the publicity it gets, and for how little ends up getting done. It has to be one of the least productive Sunday’s of the year. Unless you count gluttony, in which case, it has to be one of the most productive Sunday’s of the year. I say this as a die-hard baseball fan, with little patience for the lesser sport. From what I recall of the actual event, the best part is the commercials–unless Janet Jackson is performing, in which case the best part is the peep show.

When I lived in L.A., my Superbowl Sunday was typically spent at Disneyland. Really, it’s one of the best days of the year to go if you want to avoid the crowds. Today, Kelly and I are heading to a shower for some friends of ours who are having their first baby sometime soon. I have no idea what time the Superbowl is on TV, but it’s a safe bet that I won’t be watching it.

All that said, this is a free country and I can be both derisive about the lesser sport and at the same time, choose sides. Or as Kelly likes to say, vote for a team. In this case, I’ll stick with my comrades in Pittsburgh and vote for them to win the game. (Yes: I had to go and look up who was playing.) Go Steelers! (Weren’t the Steelers big in the 70s. Or maybe the early 80s? I seem to recall a time in grade school when you were either a Steelers fan or a Cowboys fan. I don’t think I knew there were any other teams.)

So if you’re a fan of the lesser sport, happy Superbowl Sunday. (I believe that term is trademarked.) And if you don’t care for football: good for you! Way to declare your independence. After all, we know in the end that baseball is the superior sport.

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2 thoughts on “Superbowl Sunday 2011

  1. **Begin rant**
    Wow, somebody’s judgmental today…I’m curious how “productive” you think other Sundays are; and since the game starts at 6:30pm in the east, how much work would get done if the game wasn’t on anyway? It’s not like people are outside on a frigid February evening every non-Super Bowl Sunday being “productive.” Sounds like you’re bitter because the rest of the world sees this as a big event, and you don’t understand what the big deal is, so you need to feel superior to those who enjoy “the lesser sport” (really?) So don’t pretend you give a crap who wins…you couldn’t name one Steeler anyway, so why bother? Why stoop to our level, just because you feel the need to be included somehow?
    **End rant** By the way, have I mentioned that my kids are causing me to lose my mind this weekend?

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