It’s the Super Bowl! Run!!
I’m not a sports guy. Not even a little. Don’t play ‘em, don’t watch ‘em, have no idea who the vast majority of the players are, none of the coaches, and am often confused about from what city a particular team hails. (It’s the Albuquerque Yankees, right?) So maybe this is just me, but I don’t see what the big damn deal is about the Super Bowl.
Oh, sure, I’ll be watching the game, but mostly for the commercials and movie trailers. I have no real interest in which group of sweaty idiots wins and am only thankful that my current state doesn’t have a team playing because, having lived through both Chicago winning the World Series and Indianapolis winning the Super Bowl, I gotta tell you, the city-wide celebrating by drunken sports douches is massively annoying.
But there are fans out there who are going absolutely apecrap over this game, and they all seem to have lost their minds. I saw a recent news story about the lengths some people were going to in order to watch the game. One couple was traveling from Arizona, staying in Orlando because it was cheaper, and then driving several hours to Tampa for the game. Expensive? Sure. But their response was, and I’m quoting here, “We’ll just need to cut back on a few things. Not take any family trips with the kids.” Nice. “Kids, we’re not going to Disney World this year, but Mommy and Daddy are going to see a football game. Don’t wait up.”
Another family of five made the trip to Tampa and didn’t even have tickets to the game. The father and son (who looked about eight) were hoping to score a pair off a scalper. Their top price? A thousand bucks. Each. Two grand to watch large men run into each other and fall down. Sumo wrestling with a ball.
These people could have very easily stayed home and watched the game on TV. Spent their trip money on a big-ass HD set and watched in comfort on their couch, surrounded by their loved ones, instead of in whatever weather happens to spring up, in hard plastic seats, and elbow to elbow with screaming strangers. But, again, I’m not a sports guy so maybe I don’t fully appreciate the difference of actually being at the event; the excitement of sitting thousands of feet away from the action, barely able to see; getting beer spilled on you by the shrieking loudmouth asshat sitting next to you with the team colors painted all over his fat, naked stomach; paying ten dollars for a beer, eight dollars for nachos, and fifty dollars for a souvenir program you’ll never look at again; fighting traffic for three hours to get to the game and nine hours to get out; and all so you can watch your beloved team get stomped 48-3.
And worst of all, no commercials.
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February 1st, 2009 at 4:10 pm
Best Superbowl trip I ever heard recounted was from one woman that we used to employ to watch our older son when he was a kid. She told us that she and her significant other had won tickets to the Superbowl and they needed to take Friday and Monday off, which was fine, we made other arrangements.
When she got back the following Tuesday, we asked how the game was (silly question since I had watched it on TV). She said they didn’t go. They had flown all the way out (think it was New Orleans that year) and they had been sitting in a bar on Saturday night before the game and somebody offered them $5000.00 cash for their tickets. While I’m one who would actually enjoy to the spectacle of going to the Big Game once in my life, no question I would have taken that deal in a heartbeat. They took the money and ran.