Sunday, February 3, 2008

Superbowl Sunday

This is the one with the touchdowns, right? I'd like to be sure because there was this one time while watching baseball with my brother-in-law that I asked, "So, how many points does Cleveland have?"

He turned to me with a look of horror and disgust. "Runs."

"Huh?" I asked, baffled.

"They are called runs. Runs."

"Umm...okay. But aren't runs points? I mean, technically? They keep the score, right? Like points."

He looked at me in disbelief like I had just dropped out of the sky and had antennae sprouting out of my head. "No. Breda...they are runs," he said as patiently as he could manage.

Whoops. I had somehow unwittingly committed some sort of baseball sacrilege akin to left-handed hummus dipping in the Middle East. I'm not sure he talked to me the rest of the day.

I've been invited to a superbowl party today and don't have the slightest clue who is playing, or how. I will busy myself at the snack table and quietly ponder the goodness of beer. I remember watching football as a kid and thinking, "Man, this game takes forever. When is Dad going to give up the remote?" (answer: Not anytime today. Go read a book.)

18 comments:

Christina LMT said...

Truly, I remember thinking, at the time, that the only good thing about my divorce was that I wouldn't be required to watch sports, SportsCenter, or anything related to sports ever again.

But today Silver and I will be watching, and eating nachos. We have no investment in the game, don't really care who wins, we just feel like watching. Plus, it'll make Silver feel closer to her Dad!

Breda said...

Christina - Mike just said, "Don't give away that I don't watch sports." (it's no secret, really)

I lucked out. ;)

Earl said...

I only catch flak because I don't care who is playing on the field, I just want to see the game played very well - and I look to find that. I like the stuff only a heroic effort can make work, destroyed by the opposing heroic effort at just the proper moment. May the games be worth the watching... too many aren't. Remembering that Battle Plans don't survive first contact with the enemy. This ain't no Tango... but it still takes two.

BobG said...

I didn't even realize it was the superbowl day until a couple of hours ago; and I don't know/care who is playing. I don't enjoy watching other people do stuff. To me, football can be summed up quite simply:
A bunch of big guys bend over in a circle, then they kick a dead pig across the lawn.

Yawn...

Fearsclave said...

The Super Bowl? Isn't that sort of like the Stanley Cup, but for that game you guys play that you call football but involves all sorts of padding and helts and shiny tight pants?

*ducks, runs, hides*

Mike W. said...

I'll be having wings, pizza, beer, and chili dip while watching what will probably be one of the worst superbowls ever. The Giants are going to get KILLED.

And I think most of the time we don't expect women to understand sports, just like they don't expect us to understand their need to shop the way they do.

Less said...

Are you kidding? It's the best time to go to the range!!

I'll be honest - I know nothing about football. I only like boxing, which I live and breathe...

Carteach0 said...

I guess I'm a weird one too. Never got the point.

Show me two guys fighting, unarmed, swords, or deathblaster 5000's, and I'll watch. Might even take sides.

Bunch of paid athletes padded up and chasing a ball by arcane rules....
Not for me.

Lin M. said...

Christina. . I understand. . my ex husband played for the New Orleans Saints. and I HATE football.

Gun and outdoor shows. . history channel. . discovery. . old war movies and westerns. . let me at em. . but football. . blech.

I was talking with my best friend and he said. . "there's football today? See. . I'm not the only one.

Rich in Ohio said...

I married a woman who loves football more than I do. They're out there. It helps if you marry a graduate of an SEC school.

ibex said...

You're not alone. Maybe it's because I'm a European (or is that Euro-peon?), but baseball and football bear a striking resemblance to Calvinball from my POV.

Breda said...

Less - I love boxing. It's the only sport I like to watch.

brad_in_ma said...

Superbowl? No. I've taken to calling it The STUPOR-bowl for how it throws otherwise sane, intelligent folk into a mindless stupor over something which is utterly meaningless in the grand scheme of things. That said, I too don't really care who is playing but do enjoy watching a well played game. From what I can tell from my wife - a rabid Pat's fan - this was not a well-played game.

Oldsmoblogger said...

Remind me to stay out of the Middle East, or at least not to eat hummus if I go there. I was eating pita and hummus during the game last night and--you guessed it--I was dipping left-handed (because I am left-handed). 'Least I warn't double-dipping.

Christina LMT said...

Breda, you have so many discerning readers! ;)

I don't feel so alone now.

Superbowl in Las Vegas is madness to the nth power, 'cause you add all the legal betting in, too.

DirtCrashr said...

We had lunch at a nice Mexican restaurant and had tasty Amate reposado margaritas, did chores, watched the thing for a while and went to bed at a quarter to nine.
Tom Petty was pretty good, but they're not racing motorcycles so... We're boring.

Chas S. Clifton said...

You can always drop in (or could have dropped in, since this comment is a day late) that Americans are expected to eat something like 49 million pounds of avocado on Super Bowl Sunday.

phlegmfatale said...

I went shopping. Stores were quiet and bereft of other peoples' snotty brats. *bliss*