If you totally forgot the SuperBowl was today until after the fact… if you didn’t know who was playing or care… if you still don’t know who won and don’t care… this is the thread for you!
What did you do today? I slept a lot and read a book (the whole book) and ate cheese and crackers and watched the snow. It wasn’t until almost 10pm that I remembered today was the Lame-O Football Day. I had to ask in #straightdope chat who played, who won, etc. I didn’t recognise either of the teams’ names, and that makes me happy.
Personally, my stomach curls up when I hear even a second of a football game on tv. I get irritated just hearing the sports section of the news. Anyone with me?
Football defenders need not sully this thread–you have plenty of your own, thank you.
I only watched part of the pre-game show. As the players were coming out on the field, I decided that I really needed to go do some grocery shopping. By the time I got back from the store, it was time for me to start working (BTW, I’m just taking a ten minute break). I have no idea who even won, nor do I really care.
Shadowfox
“Hard work often pays off after time, but laziness always pays off now.” - Procrastinator’s motto.
Personally, I’m wholeheartedly in favor of professional sports. No only does it keep the athletes off the streets, but let’s face it, we barely have enough prison space as it is . . .
Dr. Watson
“Football isn’t a contact sport, it’s a collision sport. Dancing is a contact sport.” – Vince Lombardi
OK, and now for my response! (Just seeing if you were paying attention!)
I always thought I was the only one who felt that way about football! I also get irritated when I hear racing on t.v. or radio. I must admit, however, that I did watch the last few minutes of the game but it was inadvertant. (I took food to my husband at work and he was watching it.)
I made a pot of beef stew, then went into work and contended with a server migration. This had the happy result of my not being anywhere near a TV, thus saving myself from that peculiar abomination known as a “half-time show”. Having Chthulu over for drinks couldn’t be any worse than watching one of those…
we barely have enough prison space as it is . . >>>>
Cute, Crick&Watston!!
I don’t HATE football, because I do like throwing the ball with my sons, but I don’t like watching it, and do HATE hearing my husband scream(you can hear him even when I go outside)like he is either coaching or playing, I’m still not sure which it is.
So, I read an Ann Rule book about the Anne Marie Fahey killing, cooked hotdogs over our fireplace with Billy, prepared home school materials for Monday…but not all at the same time!!
I watched a soccer game (I know, I know, you probably hate that worse) and spent the rest of the day on the computer. I didn’t find out the Superbowl result until somebody posted it to one of my mailing lists. And I’ve actually forgotten it already.
No, I didn’t realize that today was the BIG DAY. No, I have no idea who played, who won, what channel it was on, or what happened during half-time. No, I don’t care.
It’s too freaking cold for people to be running around outside in nothing but T-shirts and tights, for one thing. Secondly, I do not need a special reason to eat elaborate junk food.
I don’t hate football, I just don’t give a rat’s ass about it. I like baseball…but even that not enough to read the papers and remember the players and care about the World Series. I just like to play it.
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
I hung out with my friends. We ate junk food and played board games (Mississppi Queen and History Of The World), and we had the game on in the background…to check out the commercials.
Oldsmobile had a good one. A bunch of “Gap Kids” were singing Cars ,and almost got run over when the Oldmobile slid onto the screen.
I picked up pro ball in college (having been raised by a man who wasn’t even aware of it) and stayed with it throughout the 80’s. As the years progressed I came to view the ever widening circle of promotion associated with it rather dismally. And then came the decade of publically funded TV studios (AKA stadiums) and I became anti-pro sports, as I remain. Yeah, when I’ve been at some tv watcher’s home and have seen the BIG game, you do see the debut of new commercials. But the greed wave of the last decade turned me off to the whole thing. A decade ago I could still enjoy college ball, but that’s (and was then, just not so annoyingly evident) become the pre-pro thing.
So, Opal, I think we come at it from different paths, but I join you in your absence of desire to care.
I hate football, I am convinced it is hard evidence that our society is in decay. Where should I begin, oh yeah, it bites.
And what’s with football pools? I keep telling my spouse to just give me the money every week and then at the end of the season I’ll tell him he’s won and give it all back. Which would be a lot better than how it is now, he never wins. And know wonder does anyone understand the reason for football pools to be so terribly complex and/or convoluted?
If the scores combine to a number that ends in the digit he has selected he wins. What?
And besides if the word ‘ball’ is going to figure prominently in the name of your game, then I say, spend the extra money to get a real ball.
Are you aware that these players actually train for this sport (seen it myself) by ramming their necks and shoulders into cold hard metal pillars? I swear to you it is true.
Don’t even get me started about football time, you don’t want to go there.
In a sport so clearly about physically damaging the other team why is there protective clothing? The space age protective clothing causes many of the actual injuries.
Old football players can’t hardly even walk ! The shoot them very carefully whenever they are on TV.
And then there are the commentators,…
No, no , I have to stop,
But thanks I don’t feel so alone anymore, I’m feeling much better now.
“Wisdom is the booby prize, they give you when you’ve been unwise.”
I could care less. I currently live in a football-obsessed town, so I have had my fill, and then some. I think the level of football obsession here is unhealthy.
I worked today, and watched movies on TV (I can watch TV while at work.) Made a big point of not tuning to the station that had the game on.
I have no idea what station had it on, but I never venture below channel 59 on cable anyway, except to catch the Simpsons on FOX.
I feel sorry for those of you that are married to football fanatics. I know it sounds petty, but I doubt I could fall in love with someone who watched sports on a regular basis. Fortunately, my husband would rather pull his own testicles off with pliers than watch sports, so I’m all set.
I know Opal said for us football lovers to leave, but I gotta say one thing. PROVE THIS. I’d love to see a cite. The clothing was designed to PROTECT the players. If it caused an injury, they WOULDN’T USE IT.
As for your training comment…nope. Wrong again. They DO train by running into tackling dummies…which are padded. Maybe this was what you were thinking of?
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!” - Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
“Old football players can’t hardly even walk! The(y) shoot them very carefully whenever they are on TV.”
Would that it were true – I can think of a few I’d like ta shoot carefully . . .
Dr. Watson
“He can compress the most words into the smallest ideas of any man I ever met.” – Abraham Lincoln
This is the first I’ve read of it, and it’s after 2:00 am.
Let’s see, woke up at about 2 in the afternoon, showered, dropped the rent check off at the landlord’s, filled the truck with gas, stopped at the library to further research where Volkswagen got its name (nothing new to report), got home, made and ate some chili, responded to Ruffian in the What’s your handle mean? thread, did some writing.
Then a friend stopped by and spent a few hours loading a bunch of software on my computer. Among other things, I now have ICQ, so I’ll have to figure out how to use it.
I’m in a mood for blues-based music, so the CD player has been playing early J. Geils Band, John Lee Hooker, John Mayall, and I just put in a Fabulous Thunderbirds CD. I’m thinking Stevie Ray Vaughan and Ten Years After will be heard before I get tired.
There’s probably more, but that’s what I remember.
Like Christianity, football refuses to be ignored here in Texas (and the rest of this country, it seems). But I try.
