I'm not anti-sport, I've just sort of drifted away from it. My experience with sports cards kind of soured me, made me cynical.
But if I have a sport, it's football. Dad watched every game he could, and what Dad watched is what we watched. (Those were the days.)
Anyway, I watched football until the last decade or so. I'm old enough to have seen a lot of legendary games. The Snow Bowl, Unitas versus Namath, and so on.
I have a weird resentment against the Seahawks, because back when we'd only get a couple of games a week, we in Bend would ALWAYS get the Seaslugs, not matter what other game was on. It was like the networks had decided that Washington and Oregon were all one big state.
I stopped watching the Ducks not because I didn't care (I'm a U of O alumnus) but because I cared too much. I'd channel change and see how they were doing and if they were safely ahead, I'd watch. Pretty cowardly, I know. Also superstitious.
Anyway, whenever I watch a pro game, I'm struck again about the constant chest-thumping and slow pace. Just bugs me. Hey, if you gained 3 yards, you FAILED! Don't fucking celebrate.
I'm going to handle the Super Bowl the way I do the Oscars.
Tape them and fast forward through them in about 1/4th the time.
It's harder with the Oscars, because I have to confer with Linda every time I fast-forward. With the Super Bowl, I can zap through all by myself....
5 hours ago