The only thing that I know about Superbowl is that it takes away my precious Sunday night television shows. Good-bye Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters. Hello man in spandex running after other men, only to tackle, tumble and try to get their ball(s)...
Maybe I am bitter, but why is it such a big deal? It's like some religion, Superbowl Sunday. A tradition that must include chili, men, beer and a large television. And the women? Unless we are cooking and serving, must vanish and be silent.
It's the man porno, the Superbowl, I'd say! And we women? We are left to our novels, and other such hobbies because television? Yeah, it's otherwise occupied...hubbies are hoarding it, and even if we did get the opportunity to watch -- there's nothing on.
If I owned a channel, I would play chick flix every Superbowl Sunday...There would be profit in that, I'd say!
Until then -- I'm off to open all my windows and vents because Lord knows that when my hubby comes home after partaking in chili and beer...the stank is gonna be something awful!
**p.s. I do know women are fans of the whole football thing, as well...I apologize if I've offended. really I'm sorry.
Happy Superbowl All!