We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Super Bowl Sunday. Why not Super Duper Bowl? For you furriners, it's a very big deal in the US, as big as the World Cup is to you. These guys are skilled and very strong gladiators if, like gladiators of old, not always model citizens.
Super Bowl is an American excuse for a winter party, and pretty much everybody in America goes to one regardless of football interest. By tradition, Super Bowl party food ranges from disgusting to just plain fattening. For me, I'd be happy to never see any more guacamole in my life. Beer is the required libation, sometimes supplemented by better stuff. Often, people drink and eat a little too much just to endure the forced fun. Games take hours due to the advertising interruptions.
Most importantly, the Super Bowl is about gambling. Therefore, Go, Pats! I put in a bet, Pats by 6, but I won't watch the game and will socialize instead. Football has become too slow and too boring for my ADD.
In Seattle, the girls in charge took the money voted on for a rapid rail system and built the stadium. Then they built a bus lane on the freeways. That was the biggest con I am aware of--but, not to worry those radical debutantes are soo much smarter than the voters who paid the increased taxes!
As far as the game --there hasn't been a clean game since sometime in the 1970's when we allowed Vegas to run the nationwide betting system. But, boy you guys sure loved to watch those programs, ie. the Sopranos, the Godfather, the Mobwives, etc. ad nauseum. Now guess what? You got your very own mobsters right in your front room--enjoy!
Because sports fans are big dicks. Okay, really on high on testosterone and pre-conditioned in peewee sports to enter a mental state when they perform or see an action.
But being on hormones, the sports fans push through the stadiums as monuments to counter their soft, safe lives.
Presumably, for instance, the inhabitants of Utopia would create artificial dangers in order to exercise their courage, and do dumb-bell exercises to harden muscles which they would never be obliged to use. And here you observe the huge contradiction which is usually present in the idea of progress. The tendency of mechanical progress is to make your environment safe and soft; and yet you are striving to keep yourself brave and hard. You are at the same moment furiously pressing forward and desperately holding back. It is as though a London stockbroker should go to his office in a suit of chain mail and insist on talking medieval Latin. So in the last analysis the champion of progress is also the champion of anachronisms.
I honestly can't remember the last Super Bowl party I attended. Perhaps 2007, maybe 2008. Not entirely sure.
Either way, I do watch the game and I do gamble. Mostly boxes, which requires no effort in determining which team you want to win. You just root for 'numbers'. Works for me, since my team (the Eagles) haven't been in the game since 2004.
Still, parties aren't really my thing. I've been to a few, and I've even tried to have a few. I stopped trying when I decided I'm better at watching the game and eating food than I am at hosting.
For me, unless the Eagles are in it, the game is anti-climactic. It's good entertainment and sometimes you get crazy outcomes. For the most part, though, it's just about watching football for the last time until late August.
So I'll pour me some bourbon, munch on some chips or cashews, and hope my numbers payout.
Besides, I'm finding the Premier League and FA Cup very intriguing this year. I've finally got that mostly figured out. US pro sports needs something similar, with teams relegated up or down based on how well or poorly they perform. It's an incentive to play well even if your team is at the bottom of the heap.