I have said it before and I will say it again, the Super Bowl is my Christmas.
I guess I still like Christmas okay, but as an adult the holiday is far more stressful than it is enjoyable. The Super Bowl is just fun.
I feel very strongly that Super Bowl Monday should be a holiday and nobody should have to go to school or work. Well, either that or they should make the Super Bowl earlier in the day so that it isn’t the east coast kids’ bedtimes at halftime.
Here is the strange part. I don’t even care about the teams that are playing this year. I will root for New York, not because I am a Giants fan but because I choose to root against the Patriots. They win too much and dynasties are boring.
WAAAH, Patriots fans will protest. We haven’t won a Super Bowl in seven years! To that I suggest going to cry to a friend from Pittsburgh because this is Super Bowl XLVI (46 to those of you who aren’t from Rome) and there 14 teams that have never ever, ever won a Super Bowl (Minnesota Vikings, Tennessee Titans, Cleveland Browns, Detroit Lions, Buffalo Bills, Carolina Panthers, Jacksonville Jaguars, Philadelphia Eagles, Cincinnati Bengals, Atlanta Falcons, San Diego Chargers, Arizona Cardinals, Seattle Seahawks and the Houston Texans) and four of those teams (Detroit, Houston, Cleveland and Jacksonville) that have never even PLAYED in one. Plus, didn’t you guys just win a Stanley Cup?
Whatever. That isn’t even important. It is strange because I don’t really care about the teams playing and I am still psyched about the Super Bowl.
I have a question for the NFL. Who picks the halftime show performers? Not including the Black Eyed Peas, who commit crimes against decent music daily and seem to have gotten in through some loophole, possibly by adding up all of their ages, I’ve been wondering if there is some sort of halftime show minimum age requirement. Do you have to be over 50? Is this like the retirement village of halftime shows? Is there a law? Do they ID you? Because honestly, tabloids aside, when was the last time Madonna was relevant?
Still, I love the intensity of championship games. I love Super Bowl commercials. I love eating wings and nachos and french fries and drinking beer. I like to trash talk my friends. I like to throw in $5 and pick a square. I like it when the person who sings the Star-Spangled Banner can really, really sing and it isn’t prerecorded. I love the Super Bowl.
And I am always sad the day after the Super Bowl because I know there won’t be any more football until September.