Am I The Only One?
I think it all stems from growing up with a father that spent his entire Sunday glued to the TV watching football. With only 3 channels to choose from and all of them showing football, we were trapped. No TV's in our own room, no computers, ipods or cell phones. You either watched, or you were exiled to your room. Even if he fell asleep, if we even got close to the TV to turn the channel he would wake up and yell. So I grew up hating it.
It's treated like a full fledged holiday, with weeks of commercials about the food you should serve and the brand of beer you should drink. Just another excuse for over indulgence. My husband will be going to his son's house and he's already planning the snacks he'll take. Whoopteedoo.
My daughter and I have plans to go hang out in thrift stores and maybe watch the Puppy Bowl. Now, that's a great game to watch, including with the kitty half-time show. So I guess I'll endure all of the testosterone and hullabaloo for one more year until normalcy returns to the land.