I predict that for the forty-sixth consecutive year I will not watch the Super Bowl. I will also not be disappointed by its half-time show or overeat at a Super Bowl party.
In my travels yesterday I did notice a remarkable volume of traffic on the streets and custom in the stores. I don’t have (or want) the hard statistics to back this up but I think that Super Bowl Sunday may have become the most important American holiday, overtaking Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Easter, the Fourth of July, or Labor Day.
Illustrating, once again, that I am truculently and defiantly out of touch with American popular culture. I also don’t watch American Idol or Survivor but I will confess to watching fifteen minutes of The Bachelor once with my niece who was staying with us at the time. My reaction to it was that it was not unlike professional wrestling (which I also don’t watch) except with walks on the beach at sunset instead of throwing people out of rings and breaking chairs over their heads.
Update
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but my experience has been that on Super Bowl Sunday you can frequently just walk and be seated in in that hard-to-get-into restaurant you’ve never bothered making a months-in-ahead reservation for.
Well, the Phoenix Open is on. Perhaps the best young talent on tour, Webb Simpson, is near the top of the leader board.
For the second year in a row, won’t be going to a SuperBowl party, but did pick up some bottles of Lincoln’s Lager and Abe’s Ale to try out, so even though I’m barely engaged in the holiday, doing something a little special for the day does sort of make it a holiday. And nothing goes together better than the sixteenth president and beer while watching puppy bowl on Animal Planet with the kids.
I’m with you: I haven’t watched a SuperBowl in 67 years, opting instead to hang out somewhere else and meet a better class of people.
Slaving away at work. Will probably catch bits of game on TVs in pt. rooms. If not at work, we would be out at one of those restaurants Dave is talking about. Noticed the same a long time ago.
Steve
Ahem. I watched Madonna at halftime. She put her hands down to push herself up during a song about moving to the music. And used a barre.
She later goes to a full choir onstage to sing a song with the lyric “Ill take you there” which belongs to the Staples.
This aging is hard.
Okay, that song is from 1989. Hardly the time to get upset about it now.
And The Beatles use of the line “I love you” isn’t exactly original either.
I’ve never paid much attention to Madonna. It just struck me as odd.
Janis
Was never a Madonna fan, but we went. To the party at out club and there was a collective gasp. Heh. Glad I’m not that old……wait..
It was an ok Super Bowl. Good finish but not. A great one.
Oh, buy the way. Some superb play down the stretch at the Phoenix. But I guess you had to watch…..
I spent the first half of the game watching “Are you Smarter than a Fifth Grader” with my kids. Once they were in bed I watched the rest, but missed the halftime show.
One thing that struck me was that the marketing and advertising for this Superbowl was squarely aimed at Generation X and not the boomers. Kind of refreshing and depressing at the same time.
The circle of life. I don’t recall who I heard say it but life in the United States can be summarized as Spend, spend, spend, spend, save, spend, die. The Baby Boomers are entering the save phase. They’ll continue to be an important market segment for quite a while but they won’t buy consumer goods the way they used to.