Not watching the Super Bowl is kind of liberating.
You know that pretty much everybody else in America, from the President on down, is glued to the TV, either because they are interested in the game or they’ve bet on it or they want to watch the commercials or they think the halftime show could be interesting. They’re all sharing in one of the very few common social experiences in our diverse, sprawling country. Tomorrow, everyone at work will be talking about the game — or, more likely, about the commercials — but I won’t be able to join them.
I don’t care. I’m tired of the prevalence, and glitz, and the over-the-top nature of professional sports, and I need to take a break. The Super Bowl seems like a good time to start. So, I’m listening to Verdi opera choruses and surfing the net, trying to get caught up on the latest developments in robotics. For once, I don’t have to fake that I care about a simple football game that has been relentlessly pumped up into something that is grotesque and ludicrous.
It’s like when you’re in high school and you finally decide to stop trying to be popular and just be yourself, no matter how nerdy and out of it you might be. When you make that call, the pressure’s off — and that can be very enjoyable.