I would be remiss if I were to allow this Sunday to pass without special mention of its significance. Yes, indeed, it’s the Lord’s day of rest, but on this particular Lord’s day of rest, there are a small group of people who are not resting. So that they remain anonymous and free from the wrath of God, let us simply refer to them as the New York Ants and the Old England Patriarchs.
The Ants and the Patriarchs spend this particular Sunday pursuing a ball. The rest of the world, while resting comfortably, watches the Ants and the Patriarchs chase after their ball. Sometimes, both teams want the ball. And rather than compromise (“You take it for ten yards that way, and then I’ll take it for ten yards this way”), they jump on top of each other in pursuit of the ball. Sometimes they remain in this position for quite some time, each grasping for the ball in a sort of sacred embrace. I imagine they are probably praying. I can’t think of any other reason that two or more people would remain in this position for such an extended length of time. And, after all, it is Sunday.
I cannot speak for all women, but I can say that I attend the Superbowl party for the free food, the socializing, and the commercials. I will admit that sometimes the game interferes with my ambitions for the evening, what with all of the football being played. But I have yet to attend a Superbowl party that omits this troublesome part of the evening.
I would be interested to know my male counterpart’s position on the Superbowl.
–Troi out
February 3rd, 2008 at 9:33 pm
So, what was your favorite commercial then?