Yes, I know about the Superbowl, of course. It’s been quite the piece of news around here lately because it’s in Detroit’s own Ford Field. But I don’t feel a whole lot of involvement. Here’s why:
- I personally don’t care much for pro football (I like the college game, to an extent). Mind you, I have nothing against professional football– if it’s on with family and/or friends, I’ll watch it– but I don’t really make it a point to watch football. I don’t really root for any teams, perhaps a result of growing up in pro-free Iowa, I don’t follow the mirad of details of the game, and I don’t really care who wins this weekend. Since the Steelers have the same colors as the Iowa Hawkeyes, more or less, I’ll go with them.
- Annette cares even less about pro football than I do. I think that if you quizzed her on the basic rules of the game (how many “downs” are there? and how many yards does the offensive team have to gain to get a so-called “first down?”), I’m pretty sure she’d answer “I don’t know” and/or “why the hell should I care about that?!” many times. Therefore…
- … I’m pretty sure that there will be no Superbowl activities around here. We haven’t been invited to any Superbowl festivites and I don’t expect to be at this stage. Actually, Annette is going out to dinner with something for work that night, so it will probably be just me and the boy around the house here. Will and I will probably watch the game some (I suspect Will will get bored with it though, to be honest), make some pizza, maybe play some games, etc. It’s probably just as well to be left out. Years and years ago, back when we lived in Oregon, Annette and I were invited to a Superbowl party and we were by far the worst guests. “When is a new commercial coming on?!” we whined.
- And besides, the important game is tomorrow afternoon when Iowa and Michigan play in basketball. Go Hawks!