Another Super Bowl has come and gone,
hallelujah! I think I heard someone say it was the 40th,
but I could be wrong. The coming of another Super Bowl always fills
me with a certain amount of angst and a little bit of dread. There
is a growing sense of expectation as the Super Bowl approaches. Even
if your team isn't in the Super Bowl you still gain a bit of
excitement. It seems the entire male population and a significant
percentage of the female population expect to be watching when the
Super Bowl kicks off. Seriously, who doesn't get excited at the
approach of the Super Bowl, who doesn't like the Super Bowl?
I will readily admit to my ignorance of
all things sports related. Oh I know what each game is played with
and generally what is the goal of the game. But in most cases
anything beyond that is beyond me. When someone starts talking
sports I'm completely lost, the conversation is above me. I don't
know who the players are what teams play what sports, who owns them
or what city they're in. That's not to mention my lack of knowledge
of most of the rules. That's OK or at least I'm OK with it and most
of the time it seems to be OK to everyone else also.
But I've noticed a change of attitude
at Super Bowl time. It seems to me that if you were born male there
is an expectation that you at least are interested in the Super Bowl,
know who is playing in it and you have an opinion on who should win.
Having none of these creates in me a bit of anxiety. At this time of
year inevitably there will be questions about who you support in the
game. When I express that I neither know who is playing nor have an
opinion about who should win the next response is normally, no
seriously who do you like.
Last night we were having our church
friends over to the house for a Super Bowl party. (my wife's idea not
mine) The adults were watching the game in the family room and the
teens were watching in the basement. One would be foolish to leave
teens, even churched teens, completely to their own devices in
another part of the house. I was making frequent trips down the
stairs to keep an eye on them. Often the conversation the ensued
focused upon my concept of sports..
They would not believe that I had no
interest in sports, never ever did. In all honesty I was terrible in
anything resembling sports when I was a child. I didn't like sports
in any form and it's likely that contributed to my lack of ability.
When my friends would play ball I was looking to get out of it in 5
or 10 minutes, it was so boring. In my late teens I was working for
a church that was building a new facility. Just before they entered
the new building I resigned. My job in the new building was to
oversee the gym program. There was no way I was qualified to do
that. The thought of trying to run a gym program brought me terror.
They still would not accept my lack of interest in sports. They kept
at it.
Most of the time this seems to be OK,
but today was the Super Bowl. I've had similar experiences when the
Super Bowl was near. After all who doesn't like football on Super
Bowl day?
By the way I spent game time in the
kitchen and dining room with a couple of the ladies it is after all
just football.
Anita
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