Dateline 2-6-2017

Well, I think that was the last Super Bowl that I will actively put an effort into watching. As I said in most of my past couple post leading up to the big game, I've never been a real big fan of sports because they don't tap into the vicarious enthusiasm within me that seems to be required to be a true sports fanatic.

Though I was never really a fan of the games themselves, I've spent a lot of my life enjoying the festivities surrounding this form of entertainment. When I was a kid, the family would always gather for a Super Bowl feast while my grandpa would grumpily watch the game as the bulk of us would carry on with non-sports talk as we waited to be entertained by the commercials.

Then, from about 18 to around 35 I always had at least one roommate that was really into sports but I still saw it as an excuse to do some heavy drinking. There were even a few years where our Super Bowl Parties became borderline famous at least amongst the Art House Movie Theater workers of Seattle.

Once I moved out to be fully on my own, I lost every connection to sports because my main roommate was the only friend in the group to genuinely care about the genre and preferred watching the games without us.

Even though I stopped watching seasonal play, I tried to stick to tradition and watch the Super Bowl as an excuse to snack while I was keeping on top of pop culture. Once again, I was more interested in watching for moments that might get mentioned on any of the comedy shows that I might tune in to.    

Since watching solo, it seems that the quality of the content has gone down. There don't seem to be as many funny commercials anymore and those that do make the air feel very calculated, unlike the bizarro years where you had no idea what half the ads were even talking about. The half time show is also becoming less of a spectacle even though the performances continue to grow in their grandiosity.

This last Super Bowl left me feeling very bored despite the history making moment of a major comeback leading to an overtime victory by the team that was supposed to win in the first place. To me, it how subtle feelings of the death of the underdog tale being the story that Americans cheer for. Even if that's not the case, I think I'm done with the Super Bowl unless I meet someone else who I might humor if they are into the tradition.

Now it's time to recover from my night of drinking.

Talk to you tomorrow,

The Wicker Breaker