The first Super Bowl I watched was on a Sunday afternoon in 1973, the seventh Super Bowl. Doug and his father and I watched the Miami Dolphins play the Washington Redskins. No, I had no clue, but it was a fun afternoon.
Tonight I am watching the fifty-third Super Bowl. Forty-six years later, I still don’t understand what I am watching, but Doug does. (I think even our granddaughter understands football better than I do.) It’s still fun, though, to watch Doug watch, and he is still patient, explaining what’s happening.
Now here I am trying to say something about a Super Bowl game. I didn’t want to watch it. I felt like a traitor tuning in.
I haven’t gotten over seeing the botched call against the New Orleans Saints a couple of weeks ago. What a heart-breaking image of dashed hopes! One of the players said:
“It was pass interference, but we didn’t get the call.” ~ LB DeMario Davis
Well, I understand that!
Watching a football game –especially one that has so much bound up in it, is like watching a bunch of life lessons: a lot of fumbles, a few completed passes, too many incomplete passes and flags; but a couple of really great touchdowns!
Watching the commercials confuse me more than the game! What were they thinking?
Well, it’s over now — I didn’t have any skin in this game.
I am glad we taped Masterpiece Theatre.
The reason women don’t play football is because eleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public. ~Phyllis Diller