The Super Bowl is the only football game Skeebette ever watches or has any interest in. It’s not the game she cares about, though, it’s the ads and the half time show that draw her interest. Plus, she enjoys shaking her head at the debauched spectacle of it all.
To counter her indifference and disrespect, I like to tell her ridiculous stories about players that get isolated by the camera. If she remarks that one of these fellows looks like an escapee from a shock therapy asylum, I matter of factly reveal that the guy she’s talking about runs a day care center in the off season. If she thinks a player looks cute, I tell her he’s wanted in three states for child support violations and was famous for eating live frogs when he was a child.
The game itself is kind of strange, because nobody but the fans of the two teams involved really cares who wins or loses. At a normal NFL game, every fan in the seats, either in the stadium or at home, is passionately concerned with who emerges victorious. Not so with the SB. In fact, the stadium will be filled with people who know nothing much at all about football, but do have enough money to pay $900 for a place to park their cars.
49er fans will have a tough time with this game. The choice of whom to root for will be picking the lesser of two evils: Pittsburgh padding it’s SB victory lead over the Niners or Aaron Rogers twisting the knife in our stomachs concerning the 2005 NFL Draft.
When I tell Skeebette about Ben Roethlisberer’s off season last year, she will be rooting for the Packers. Maybe even with a twinge of passion. I don’t have a lot of angst about the 2005 Draft, so I’ll probably lean towards the Packers, too.
This game might be featuring the two guys who will be displacing Tom Brady and Peyton Manning as the premier QBs in the league. If Roethlisberger wins, he’ll have three titles in six years, the same total as Brady, and one less than Terry Bradshaw and Joe Montana. He’s also one more rape charge from a life in prison. I’m not even going to tempt myself a smigeon to dwell cosmically on this matter.
I have also not brought up what Jim Harbaugh said about Alex Smith over the weekend. It has come to my attention that this is a sore, maybe even a painful, subject to many readers and fans. It’s possible Harbaugh was joking around, though joke making is not one of the things he’s known for. At any rate, it’s Mercy Monday and no discussion of Smith will be forthcoming today.
But tomorrow is another day.