6 Feb

Robin and I have been somewhat in the “conscientious objectors” to the whole Superbowl hot mess over the years.  When we were first married, we’d go to the obligatory party, eat and drink too much like the rest, be slow at work on Monday. But we really didn’t care about it.  But considering that you can register our collective interest in all things NFL as somewhere between “Meh” and “Whatevurrrrr”, unless the Chicago Bears are playing in the game, it’s just a pile of manufactured hype to us.  4-5 hours or more of “we have to do this because it’s what everyone does.”

I enjoy sports – but I don’t follow them.  Love going to a Bears game with my buddies – we go to two a year – though honestly, it is far more about the tailgate than the actual football game.  I somewhat/sort of am aware of their win/loss record, and occasionally will watch a Bears game on TV if invited to someone’s house to do so. It is enjoyable at the game, but more in a spectacle perspective versus an “OMG!” perspective.  Same thing with other sports – baseball, hockey, etc.  My enjoyment of them is highest when at an actual event, watching on TV is a bit like watching grass grow, and following their wins/losses/stats doesn’t register on my radar.

So about 8 years ago, Robin and I decided we were done with the whole “going to a Superbowl Party” thing and decided that the best “out” of it was to encourage our oldest son, Joel, to have a Superbowl party – and he did.  Had a great annual bash from the time he was in 7th grade until he graduated from high school.  Robin and I cooked and provided for it, the expense was minimal, the fun was great, and we could skip watching the game except for dodging into the room for a good commercial.

After Joel’s graduation, he of course has not been home for the Superbowl, and Alex and Brian’s interest in it all registers even lower than that of Robin and me.  Yesterday, we went to Champaign and Univ of IL to go see Joel, take in an Illini basketball game to watch the antics of Joel with the rest of the Orange Crush craziness.  We then drove home, listening to the game on Sirius radio in the car, arrived into Buffalo Grove around halftime and got to our friends Chris & Gail’s house at halftime.  Perfect – couple of beers, a scotch to round it off, some chili and a brownie, and we were out – less than 2 hours invested, a bit of social time with our friends and that’s it.

And then there’s the commercials versus the game thing – while I purport to be one of those “Oh, I only watch the commercials” people, that’s a bit like saying “And I only read Playboy for the articles”.  As a person in the ad biz, I do have to say, I love watching all the new TV commercials.  That’s an element of my ad career that never really happened – I’ve only been on one commercial shoot set (for a Motorola cell phone commercial back in the early 1990s), so it is with a bit of envy that I watch all those mini-movies, and think about the creative process that goes into the making of one of those spots.  Maybe I should do a Dorito’s commercial for next year’s Superbowl … all shot with an iPhone.

At least this year’s game was somewhat interesting – the Patriots’ 94 yard drive to retake the lead – the Giants battle to get it back, and then the entire game outcome coming down to one long bomb pass with 5 seconds left in the game.   If the Patriots caught it, they won (or at least after they kicked the extra point).  If the Giants caught it or batted it down, they won.  Doesn’t get much better than that.  While ostensibly in that match up I was rooting for New England out of respect for Robin’s grandfather, Zadie Mickey, beyond that, whoever came down with that catch really didn’t matter to me.

Is there a point to this post?  No, not really.  It is said that if they took all the money spent on just commercials and spent it for a worthy cause, that you could, for example, pay the tuition of every high school graduate in America for their first year in college.  I don’t know the validity of that.  But I do know that as a semi-intelligent species, like other semi-intelligent species, we crave a little fun.  Squirrels chase each other through the trees.  Dogs play-wrestle.  Dolphins jump for joy.  Monkeys fling their shit.  And we have the Superbowl.  Hmm … sort of like the monkeys … lots of shit being flung.

And so, another overhyped season of heavily overpaid  men playing a game best played by high school and college students is in the books.  But wait, in two weeks … NASCAR season starts!!  Go fast, Turn Left!

As you were,



2 Responses to “Stuporbowl”

  1. Linda Covert Campbell February 6, 2012 at 2:40 pm #

    But….but……what’d you think of Madonna? or did you miss that?

    • Stew's Brew February 6, 2012 at 2:48 pm #

      Heard it on Sirius satellite radio. She sucked. Sounded just awful. Don’t need to watch that.

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