Let's keep one thing clear - I hate football. Of all the sports, it's right behind baseball and slightly ahead of team vacuuming. I cringe whenever it's on. Someone explain to me why 5 minutes left actually means at least triple that (I'm told it's comparable to me dropping by the mall to pick up a pair of jeans). It's also never just one game, which is long enough. A whole day is dedicated to it, as well as Monday nights. It infiltrates Thanksgiving, but that is forgiven because I usually pass out before I even glimpse at that stupid dancing robot.
The Super Bowl, for reasons unrelated to the game, is a blast. First, it marks the end of football. Hooray! Now Sundays are left to brunch and Nordstrom. The best reason is the party. Oh, the food, the drinks, the cool commercials! I don't even notice the game. Who can't have fun with barbecue, beer, and buffalo wings? Now if we can do something about getting rid of those previous games...
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Posted by cyndi claws at 10:24 PM