No Super Bowl for Me
I am so far outside the football loop that I needed to look up how to spell Super Bowl. Is it one word or two? Learned that it’s two and had to fix the title (I had guessed one), and now I can write the post.
As Josh wrote a little while ago, we’re not watching the Super Bowl. We don’t watch football. This wasn’t a huge loss for me seeing that I’ve never kept up with football. I’ve been to exactly one football game in my life, and that counts four years at University of Wisconsin. (Yes, I went to a big 10 school and managed to never see a football game.) It was in Indianapolis — free tickets to whatever team plays in Indianapolis — but it was in the middle of trying to conceive and I couldn’t stop crying, so we left early.
I’ve been in the room while football is playing, and I’ve been to two Super Bowl parties. I guess I don’t watch it because I don’t understand it. I don’t know the rules of the game so I can’t follow the story playing out on the field. It is similar to watching a movie in a foreign language without translations. You can pick up on the emotional responses of the actors, but you have no clue why they’re happy or why they’re sad. And after a while, it gets a little boring to try to figure things out without understanding the storyline.
Like deciding to pick up a new language so you can watch foreign films, it comes down to interest weighed against time, and I guess I just don’t have enough interest to learn about football when I weigh it against time.
So I have no clue what I’m missing, but Josh knows. He used to like football a lot. It has been a huge change for him. A change for us because he was my connection to that all-American world. Even if I wasn’t watching it, he was watching that, and I made that count for both of us as if we have a collective brain.
When I was younger, not watching football didn’t seem remarkable. There were plenty of places where I fell through the cracks of popular culture. But it feels as if it has caught up with me in recent years. Or maybe it’s just social media making me believe that the entire world is focused on this event that I’m choosing to miss. I could watch it; it’s totally my choice. But I won’t watch it.
I’ll also probably avoid social media tonight. I don’t know, it feels different from not watching the Oscars or State of the Union or fill-in-any-big-television-event here. It feels more like everyone is at a party that I chose not to attend. And while I know that was my choice, I also don’t need to see everyone having a great time at the party in real time. I’ll wait for the recap the next day, since you know Facebook will be filled with people still dissecting the game.
We’ll watch something else with the twins, phones off.
This is your weekly reminder to write your #MicroblogMonday post for tomorrow.