Meh, I didn’t start it, and was being accused of absurd crap by people who refused to back their arguments up. I feel I responded appropriately.
I quite like armoured wank-ball but not enough to stay up until the early hours (UK) to watch it. More honestly, I’m getting too old to stay up that late on a Sunday.
I had no idea that today was the big day until yesterday, when our local Kroger looked like a combination of ICE STORM forecast and Thanksgiving Eve. It was a madhouse!
I still don’t know who is playing, nor do I care.
You’re all nuts.
I think it should be declared a national holiday. Banks should be closed. Mail not delivered and federal employees should have the day off to watch the game.
One of these days, you and “Vomit Comet” will be posting in the same thread, and we can all be grossed out together.
To be honest, I’m not too fond of my hastily chosen name, but I chose it. There’s nothing too terribly wrong with it - as was pointed out, it does describe my personality a little.
But when I saw Vomit Comet’s user name for the first time, I wished I had picked that name instead. 
Unless the Steelers or Browns (yeah, right) are playing, I don’t particularly give a damn.
I learned a while back that getting worked up over events that don’t directly affect your life and which you have absolutely no control over just isn’t worth it. That’s why I’ve lost so much interest in sports a long time ago (and yes, that’s another thread in itself, which I’ll make one of these days).
The Super Bowl? Yeah, it’s incredibly bloated and overblown and overhyped, but nowhere near the extent of, say, the Christmas season, or an election campaign. It’s one day, and the buildup is pretty easy to avoid if you’re not actually looking for it. Nor do I particularly have anything against big sporting events. I’m still following the sumo honbasho in whatever small way I can, I’m a huuuuuge fan of American Ninja Warrior (if any reality show deserves more events per year and spinoffs, that does), and I’m genuinely interested in Tiger Woods’ career in the first time in an eternity. (Hey, “fading megastar fighting tooth and nail to deliver one last ‘not yet, kids’ to the world” is way more intriguing than some stupid divorce.)
The thing is, there has to be a hook, a reason for me to tune in. An angle. A story. John Elway fighting and clawing for a ring against a legendary franchise in what could be his only real chance ever? Classic. Steve Young trying to get a 900-ton gorilla off his back and Jerry Rice trying to build his it-was-really-all-me-all-along credentials? Riveting. Seattle, a city which sportswise has had precisely jumping jack squat zilch nada bupkis nil null go right for them in its entire existence, still stinging from the most nakedly brazen Super Bowl robbery ever…and getting another chance? Downright inspirational. The '85 Bears releasing a rap video, making commercials, strutting, preening, and goofing, because they were so crushingly dominant that they could obliterated the Patriots with Bart Simpson at quarterback? (Oh, and didja hear that William “The Refrigerator” Perry is going to score a touchdown? No joke!) Goofy as hell, but tons of fun, and heck, better live it up while they can, right?
This…I dunno. My sister, who’s lived in Massachusetts for many years now, is visiting at the moment, so obviously it’d be better if she was happy for the remainder of her stay. Other than that, I don’t really have much. The Seahawks got theirs. They were damn lucky to beat the Packers. Nothing is going to stop this “Deflategate” BS, and you can freaking set your goddam watch by the shameless Steelers bandwagon jumping that’ll be sure to follow in the wake of the Pats winning one for the index finger, so I can’t actually bring myself to root for them. I mean, it’s nice whoever wins; I certainly won’t have the kind of bitter, drained feeling I had when FIFA robbed, gutted, mutilated, decapitated, and burned the one team that had any chance of making it a contest for Brazil in the '02 World Cup…but that’s pretty much it. Either team can win and I’ll be fine. I have no dog in this fight.
At the end of the day a lot of money will have changed hands, a lot of unnecessarily loud party favors will have been set off, and no one is going to shut the hell up about anything. Whatevs. When’s the Pro Bowl coming back to Hawaii, anyway?
THIS!
Just have to mention that someone out there got this.
(unless you weren’t joking?)
I was worried someone would point out rules for when a federal holiday falls on a Sunday.
I saw the last few minutes (at my wife’s insistence), just enough to see that weird fumble and catch, and to see perhaps the most boneheaded play in football history. For those who didn’t see it (and who understand football): about a minute to play, Seattle down by 4 on the 3-yard line. The idiot passes on 2nd (or was it 1st) down (instead of running) and gets intercepted. Epic stupid.
Let’s do this again next year!
We just did!
I loathe the Stupid Bowl, and any televised team sporting event, I find them mind-numbingly tedious and have less than zero interest in them
In my 45 years on this planet, I can say with pride that I have NEVER seen a Stupid Bowl
Why is it a source of pride that you are unable to derive pleasure from something that millions of other people enjoy?
I think it’s that he skillfully managed to avoid watching something that is only on once every 365 days (plus an extra during leap years). Don’t deprive the man his accomplishments! He’s never watched it.
It was a fun evening in my house, this past Sunday. I don’t understand the intricacies of the game, but even I recognized the intensity. Plus school had already been called for Monday so my daughter got to watch the whole thing. She’s been watching football with my husband since she was in kindergarten and, at 12, really understands the game. Watching that last half was really exciting for her.
I read that as “she’s been watching football with my husband since he was in kindergarten” and I was baffled! I read good!
I loathe chocolate cake and any sweetened pastries. I find them terrible tasting and I have less than zero interest in them.
In my 38 years on this planet, I can say with pride that I have NEVER eaten chocolate cake.
You need a more dismissive name. Chokeulate cake? Crockulate cake?
Mmm. Chokeulate cake.