I love Superbowl Sunday.
Now, I know I’m not the biggest football fan. In fact, if the Titans aren’t playing, I’m pretty much not interested and now that Coach Fisher is gone, I may not be that enthralled with their 2011 performance, either. I digress.
Superbowl Sunday is one of those fantastic American traditions that I cherish.
It just doesn’t get more American than the Superbowl. Sure, it’s gluttonous and over-done and ridiculous. But it’s also the best of America, too. The steadfast determination of the underdogs. The National Anthem. The ceremony of what for one incredible night, is more than just a football game. It’s like prom for football players.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all about a Sunday evening boozefest as well as the wildly unhealthy Superbowl menu. Artificial cheese. Pizza rolls. Copious dips and assorted chips. Chili. Jalepeno poppers and mozzerella sticks. White Castle dip. Yes, you read that correctly. Thanks to my pals Jim and Mindy, I’m now privy to this dangerous concoction. Thanks Facebook! It’s too late for this years Superbowl but I totally might make it for breakfast tomorrow.
The Superbowl is one of those yearly events that just makes you happy. You get to gather with your friends and eat and drink and smack talk and laugh at multi- million dollar commercials. It’s like a holiday, but nobody really has to be on their best behavior. Or eat a fruit log.
No, I’m wrong. It IS a holiday and we celebrate being fans of a truly American sport. It’s about being the best at what you do and basking in the glory that comes with it. Silly? Maybe. Fun? Always.
Like I need an excuse to eat food that’s bad for me and drink too much and yell at a television. Please! I heart the Superbowl!