I know a lot of people will be watching The Big Game. I never do. I belong to that elite group of abstainers who try to not jinx the playing teams. Last year the Philadelphia Eagles won, and the last time they made the finals I had watched and they lost. This year it doesn’t matter, since neither team is local enough to require blind sports loyalty from the region’s residents (live in this town, be this team’s fan). I like to see a good game of football, regardless of who plays, but the Big Game seems to spoil it all because it is too big for itself.
If you can’t even use the words Super anywhere near the word Bowl when discussing football in January and February, something is wrong with the world.
A sporting event can become larger than life because of overhyped publicity. It costs millions of dollars just to place a commercial on the game. The amount of food consumed during a Big Game is amazing, and the number of post-game hangovers bad for daily businesses (it is expected that workers will call out sick on post-game Monday). My office has workers on Sunday, so I had to order wings and veggie platters. I won’t get any, as I have the day off. Another reason not to watch the game: no food.
Then there are all the pre-game prep. Pre-game, pre-pre-game, the making of the pre-game and commentary enough to make into a miniseries. No wonder men don’t talk to women so much: they exhaust themselves all in one day.
It will be hard to ignore, but it will all be over for another year. I’ll be tired just avoiding it all. In the end, one team will win, and I will not have jinxed them.
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