The day has come for all you football fans out there. It’s the culmination of a full season of cussing at the TV, yelling at the refs who clearly got it wrong, and cursing Bill Belichick because he can’t be bothered to wear a sweatshirt the way it was intended…with sleeves.
That last part may just be me, but seriously with that guy? Would it kill him to not look like a slob for ONE game? But then again, when he’s regularly on camera with such a beautiful specimen as Tom Brady, he is always going to look like a slob in comparison. He probably figures he should not even try and just be comfortable.
Okay guys, stop googling images of a topless Tom Brady and focus on this amazing blog post. Do I need to keep you here with eye candy? I’m not above it. <———There. Happy now?
Let’s get back on track, people! After a season of hard work, two football teams will face off today in the Super Bowl. It’s the biggest game of the year for those two teams. It’s the….well….it’s the Super Bowl of…..well…Super Bowls.
Today is Super Bowl Sunday. Even if you don’t care about football, today is the one day of the year where you pretend to care just so you attend a Super Bowl party.
Every year, I can’t help but laugh at the whole notion of Super Bowl parties. On any given Sunday during football season, you can find a football lover laying on the couch watching the games, dozing in and out of consciousness. Sunday football viewing is basically a full day of intermittent napping and football fans can’t be bothered to do anything with others as long as there are games on.
During the season, Sundays transform into a day of solitude for football lovers.
Don’t even think of talking to them during the game, as viewing the sport takes significant concentration. In my experience, I find such concentration is most often achieved with closed eyes and snoring.
However, once we get to the biggest game of the year, all of a sudden everyone wants to celebrate with a party. I truly believe the reason these parties happen is because football lovers know if they didn’t have people over, they would sleep through the big game too. They need parties to keep them awake for the full event.
Fortunately, I’m a giving and caring person who wants to make dreams come true, so I’m happy to attend Super Bowl parties. However, I take them quite seriously. If I’m going to go, I want to make sure I’m prepared ahead of time. I need to engage in a serious fact-gathering expedition before I make my final decision regarding what to root for.
This investigation usually starts days in advance. I begin researching information about which teams and cities are in the final game and what colors they wear. (I need to plan my outfit.)
But most importantly, I want to know the spread for the game. Will there be nachos and dip, or chili and sandwiches? Cookies and ice cream, or brownies and pies?
Wait…you didn’t think when I said I wanted to prepare myself for the big day that I was talking about educating myself on the teams, did you? I simply need to know which city each team comes from to know if I will be walking into a theme-based party with food indicative of the teams. (Clam chowder for New England or crab cakes for Seattle.) And when I said I needed to plan my outfit, I meant I needed to locate pants with elastic.
You didn’t think when I referred to “the spread” that I was actually referring to gambling on the game, did you? Do you read this blog at all?! The only gambling I will be doing today is eating buffalo chicken dip without the benefit of a gallbladder.
I suspect the loser will be my friends’ bathroom. (FYI…you know who you are and I would recommend stocking up on air freshener.)
To me, Super Bowl Sunday is an excuse to get together with friends and stuff my face with as many foods as possible. It’s one of the biggest eating days of the year and I need to prepare myself, both mentally and physically. I suggest you do the same.
As for the winners of this year’s Super Bowl, it’s too early to tell. But I’ve got my money on the buffalo chicken dip.