I have a confession to make: I don’t like football.
I mean American football. I think it’s slow-paced — the player spend 30 seconds milling around and lining up and play for maybe 5 seconds — and just brutal.
I kind of like the kind of football we Americans call soccer. I like baseball and college basketball and hockey, but I don’t care about football, so I don’t care about the Super Bowl.
Oh, I’ll watch the game. You have to watch the Super Bowl. Everyone watches the Super Bowl.
Usually, the No. 1 show of the week is “American Idol,” with about 25 million viewers. Compare that to 106.5 million people who watched at least part of last year’s Super Bowl. That’s one-third of the entire U.S. population. (I don’t like “American Idol,” either.)
If you don’t watch the game, you won’t be able to talk to anyone at work on Monday. You won’t be able to say things like, “Oh, man, that was a great play,” and “Oh, man, that was a great Volkswagen commercial,” and “You know, the Black Eyed Peas weren’t as bad as I thought they’d be.”
Since the early-90’s, they built a stage on the 50-yard line and have a 20-minute concert at the half. One year, they had U2. Couple years ago, they had Bruce Springsteen. This year, it’s the Black Eyed Peas.
I’ll watch, too, because, for some reason, Thing 1 (the 11-year-old) is a big Steelers fan, and Sweetie, who’s from the upper Midwest, is rooting for Green Bay.
I know, it’s funny that the women of the family are more excited about the Super Bowl than the guys are, but that’s OK. We’ll fix some snacks and hang out together and watch the game, and that’s really what it’s all about, anyway.