You're not the only one with mixed emotions
I know some people choose to spend the Super Bowl serving food to the homeless (wait, that's Thanksgiving) but for the past three years I have watched it on the steadily expanding televisions of my pals the Wachtels, who throw a lavish catered soiree.More and more of this year's attendees brought young children, ourselves included, and for the second time in a month I felt a justifiable wave of resentment from childless people trying to watch a game while the entotted among them chased children around (the first time was when ACI cried on a plane a few weeks ago).
Luckily no one in the room really cared about either team playing, but if it was the Raiders or the Patriots I think there would have been trouble (rather than the occasional testy "down in front!" yelled when a towhead would make a little hemisphere at the bottom of the plasma screen).
In another part of my life I knew people who were militantly anti-Super Bowl. One would start ramping up around the AFC championship and begin terrorizing her boyfriend about how she was going to make him volunteer at a women's shelter. Another would begin making proclamations about how she would stage anti-Super Bowl theatre pieces on that day as a form of protest.
I am glad those days are over.
Me, I think maybe we should get a babysitter next year so we are not Part of the Problem. But I look forward to the time when I can watch the commercials with my daughter, saying "those are all assholes Daddy knows."
In other news, during the halftime show I realized that the Rolling Stones' Ron Wood looks a lot like my godmother.
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by Marty Barrett at Monday, February 06, 2006
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