I don’t think it should be banned or anything :p, but I just do not care.
:dubious:
Anyone else?
Me. Don’t care about it, don’t care about the commercials.
It means when I go the the laundry pick any machine and the water’s hot.
I don’t watch football, but my wife does. We’re going over to the neighbor’s house on Sunday for the game, but I’m just going to be social and to eat food. I kinda like the commercials, but you can almost always catch those later on Youtube.
I don’t care about the Super Bowl specifically or football in general. I will, however, be using the expression “Super Bowl” in writing as much as possible in the next few days so as to piss off the NFL.
I think we’re going to Disneyland that day.
Unless you are a business making money from your writing, they don’t care. They don’t mind the advertising. They just don’t want you to mooch off their success.
There’s a far more important sporting event the same day.
I hate football and wouldn’t mind if it were banned.
I don’t care about the Super Bowl. If it weren’t for Deflategate I wouldn’t even know who’s playing this year. I’ll be watching the Puppy Bowl.
Don’t care about it. Don’t care about the commercials.
The fact that so many people are looking forward to commercials says something about how successful Madison Avenue has been at brainwashing the public. If I was interested in football I’d watch it, but I refuse to watch something for the commercials.
A few years ago, I decided to go to the grocery store because I thought the place would be dead.
Lots of other people were thinking the same thing. 
:rolleyes: :smack:
It’s probably going to be a good day to go to a ski resort in Washington state, or New England (especially there, if the roads are open). When the 9’ers were in, it was a great day to ski in NorCal.
Oh, nonsense. I like the commercials because they display the best ideas, the best production, that best sentiment, humor etc. that the advertisers can come up with.
That’s what makes them entertaining (most of the time.)
I could give two shits what they’re hawking.
Utterly zero interest. I know there are major basketball, football and baseball teams in the Detroit metro area. I couldn’t even tell you one from another, to be honest. I don’t care.
Don’t even watch the Puppy Bowl, or the commercials, and don’t give a shit about those either. It’s just more of the hysterical hype surrounding the Superbowl. Or Super Bowl. Whatever. 
I despise the Seahawks and am meh about New England, the only rooting interest I have is for Seattle to lose. But I have a ticket to a play Sunday afternoon, so I’m going to miss most of it anyway (I didn’t realize the conflict when I bought the ticket, but it’s fortuitous anyway).
I not only don’t care, I don’t even know who is playing.
I suppose if I was invited to put on a team jersey, go to a big super bowl party at someone’s house, sit on a big couch (with that one black friend in the mix) in front of a movie screen sized TV, and eat and drink myself into a coma, I might know who was playing.
I will look in on the Puppy Bowl and go “grocery shopping”, meet a friend at the store cafe. The grocery store is setting up their annual super bowl wing bar: 20 different kinds of chicken wings, plus a ton of other good munchy stuff like enchiladas, pizza, egg rolls, and truffle macaroni and cheese.
I don’t care about football, commercials, or halftime show (this year). I think it’s all grotesque, like catching giant catfish by hand or wrestling with greased pigs.
Can’t agree there. Commercials are frequently amusing in their own right, irrespective of their success in selling the product. The AT&T commercials with Milana Vayntrub are hilarious, and she herself is beautiful, but I’m not likely to switch cell providers. There was a Safe Auto commercial last year with a singing truck that I found hilarious and would stop to watch, but I’m still with another insurance company.
Not a damn, don’t even know who’s playing.
My fiance and I spend Super Bowl Sunday either eating at a nice restaurant (any one without a TV) or at home relaxing. Football is stupid.
In the immortal words of Marie Barone (Raymond’s mom):
“I don’t care if it’s the Super-*Duper *Bowl!”
And of course The Kitten Bowl