LOL, part II
I thought I was joking when I said I was so cool for being oblivious to the Super Bowl. But last night after dinner and a dance performace, quietly walking through the streetes of Manhattan and fearing for my safety in light of hundreds of screaming, drunken brutes, the joke became real. I do think I’m cool for being totally unaware of this moronic celebration of big men, big crowds, big bowls of dip, big commercials, and little brains.
I’m writing this for anyone who thinks the whole thing is retarded, so that you know you’re not alone.
UGH. I hate sports as much as the next person, but something about this post gets me so fired up. Maybe the fact that the post he’s alluding to says something (sarcastically) along the lines of, “I’m so cool because I didn’t know the SuperBowl was today.”
It’s not really that moronic. If people find some sense of comfort or some sense of unity in feeling a part in something bigger, then I’m not going to mock them for it. And honestly, everyone loves an underdog, so last night’s game was pretty darn awesome.
And that’s coming from someone who NEVER watches sports of any kind, and I watched the whole damn thing by myself.
Also, it’s one thing to not watch sports, or to not watch the SuperBowl, or to hate on jocks, or, really, to more or less not give a shit, but it’s entirely another thing to derive some sort of smug superiority from it.
That said, if it turns out that one those players is a rapist, I’ll be changing my tune faster than you can say, “Tom Brady.”
