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.
I don't follow pro football, so it doesn't mean much to me. It does seem like a decent excuse for a cheery mid-winter party, though. Just spare me the revolting chips and guacamole.
Serious football fans seem not to like Superbowl parties. My father-in-law would never attend one. Too much noise and distraction. When it comes to football, he likes to focus like a laser beam, in solitude.
I stand before all pro football fans humble and chastened. The wife invited a family friend over for the game as a temporary cure for a monumental case of the blues. So of course we watched every minute of the game, munching on sliders, wings, and the mandatory guacamole.
Everything great about football happened in that one game. Amazing athleticism on both sides made every play worth watching. The Young Turks came out swinging and put the Old Pros to shame. The missed field goal was the Dagger in the Heart for the Patriots, and it looked like their salad days were over. Until the fourth quarter, when they re-wrote the book on determination and grace under pressure and never giving up.
If that game had appeared in a movie, the world would have screamed "Hokey!" "Fake!" "Never gonna happen!" But there it is. Glad I frittered away my evening witnessing sports history.
My guess is that had we known Lincoln few would have liked him. He was a classic depressive with an explosive temper by many accounts. Grant was a drunk. Coolidge, my favorite, sounds like an upright prig. Kennedy and LBJ should have horrified a moral society but we know the media covered for them. Apparently FDR's less than clean lifestyle was known among the elites but hidden from the public.
So, I ask, should I really be so put off by Trump? I guess I should but then David committed adultery and murder, yet still was favored by God.
I was a fan back when they were the Boston Patriots, rooting for Gino Gappelletti and Bbe Parilli. Those were occasionally above-average teams, plus some even good teams in the Steve Grogan/Russ Francis/John Hannah era. Before that, people up here rooted for the New York Giants - Y A Tittle - though I loved the Packers more, for reasons I can no longer recall. So the Bellichick-Brady era has been nothing but glorious for me. Yes, they could have lost those four Super Bowls, but they could have won the other two as well. (Not to mention other playoff games.) The games have been close. Still worthy of discussion, man of them.
For me the beauty of football that one must preserve composure and finesse even in violent situations. If you've ever taken an injury fall or gotten punched in the face you know how hard this is to do.
I am one of those pessimistic fans who always believes we are on the brink of doom, so I expect New England to be beaten tomorrow by BC star Matty Ice. I have no TV, but sometimes go somewhere I can see at least part of the game.
Assistant Village Idiot
Football is masculine. The Patriots want to conquerer their Superbowl opponent yet again, when in the real world everybody gets a ribbon. Winners like other winners, whether sports or politics or businesses. What's not for the NYT to hate?
Football parties or get-togethers are a family tradition. Great reason to bring in friends and family. I don't really care about the football, baseball is my preferred game. But I will watch the game and enjoy the camaraderie and the food/snacks.
My dad and I used to watch the Dallas-Pittsburgh Superbowls together. Four years ago, my youngest son started watching football and we started a tradition. We all meet at my dad's house and watch the Big Game together. My dad is in failing health and generally sleeps through a lot of it, but my son and I bond over it. This is the first time in four years that the team I am rooting for beat the team my son is rooting for.
When Trump got into the twitter war with Congressman Lewis over the inauguration snub, I saw an article somewhere about this being the Pats (Trump) vs Falcons (Lewis) Super Bowl. That clinched it for me and I rooted for New England all the way through it.