While out riding yesterday, I stopped in Recycle-a-Bicycle's Brooklyn shop. I left a few things with them that I know I'll never use but they might need some time. They were happy for it.
Then I told them the real reason why I stopped there: I figured it's one place where I might find people who care less about the Super Bowl than I do.
Turns out, I was right. Two of the fellows working there didn't even know which teams were playing. And I was so proud of myself for knowing only that the game pitted the New England Patriots--who, it seems, everyone outside of New England hates--and the Los Angeles Rams, who used to play in St. Louis and before that in Los Angeles.
Today I'm hearing about how "boring" the game was and that some guy took off his shirt during the halftime--and why it was or wasn't OK for him to do that fifteen years after Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction". Interestingly, I've heard nothing about the advertisements during halftime, which are usually among the most creative, or simply oddest, to be seen on TV.
Me? I didn't watch, didn't listen. And I rode to work this morning, refreshed, on my bike. I hope not sound smug, but I thought it ironic that I was getting healthy exercise on my way to the college on the morning after a game when a few dozen guys pounded at each other's bodies for millions of spectators who ate and drank the most unhealthy things imaginable.
Then I told them the real reason why I stopped there: I figured it's one place where I might find people who care less about the Super Bowl than I do.
Turns out, I was right. Two of the fellows working there didn't even know which teams were playing. And I was so proud of myself for knowing only that the game pitted the New England Patriots--who, it seems, everyone outside of New England hates--and the Los Angeles Rams, who used to play in St. Louis and before that in Los Angeles.
Today I'm hearing about how "boring" the game was and that some guy took off his shirt during the halftime--and why it was or wasn't OK for him to do that fifteen years after Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction". Interestingly, I've heard nothing about the advertisements during halftime, which are usually among the most creative, or simply oddest, to be seen on TV.
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Me? I didn't watch, didn't listen. And I rode to work this morning, refreshed, on my bike. I hope not sound smug, but I thought it ironic that I was getting healthy exercise on my way to the college on the morning after a game when a few dozen guys pounded at each other's bodies for millions of spectators who ate and drank the most unhealthy things imaginable.
A National sport!
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