The Green Bay Packers Versus...Who's The Other Team Again?

It's that day again. Super Bowl Sunday. The pregame festivities are already underway down there in Dallas, the game's still a few hours as of this writing, the half game show's undergoing final run throughs, Janet Jackson's nowhere to be seen, and around countless televisions, a Super Bowl party is underway. Lots to eat for hours on end, lots of loud yelling at the television, lots of is that friggin' ref blind??? still to come, lots of commercials, lots of hype and glitz.

And I could care less.

Full disclosure: I'm not much of a sports fan. I like hockey and baseball, I understand how the game is played, I can enjoy a game, but I don't follow them religiously, as many do. I don't like football. I don't see the point of it, never have and never will. It's boring. It's slow and tedious. It seems to go on forever and ever. And yet in towns in America, thousands of people will come out to see a high school football game. Why? It's a mystery.

And of course for some reason millions of people want to watch a bloated, overrated, dull final game of the season. Maybe it's the game itself. Or the half time show (note to musical acts: jamming with other musicians tends to come off looking really awkward; you're not supposed to have that many overinflated egos on stage at one time). Maybe it's just the commercials. Super Bowl ads tend to be creative. At least they are in the US. Canadian broadcasters insist on using Canadian ads. So we have to rely on web links for something like The Force. That's a fairly creative commercial,  and a funny one, and thanks to Norma for letting me know about it.

Still, what's the point to the whole thing? Hours and hours and hours of pregame chatter, meaningless yakking from former players who took one too many hits to the head, or drunkards who are having tailgate parties, or commentators who are already plastered. I don't know. The pregame must be an ordeal for anyone foolish enough to sit through it. Maybe the booze helps.

This came from today's Non Sequitur, and it gave me a laugh. And the thing is, you could do all of this in the time it takes from start up to finally kick off....

Well, to those of you who are settling into watching the mindless game in the hours ahead, I shake my head in dismay. You're welcome to it. To those of you who will keep the TV on to watch that cheesy abomination called Glee afterwards, I ask... why do you like the equivalent of fingernails on a blackboard?

And by the way, if you're about to point out the pointlessness of the sport so beloved by so many Canadians, that being curling, you can save it. I hate that one too. And no, I can't explain the rules. It's a mystery.