We are being mercilessly pelted with “Game Day!” ads. Any kind of product you can think of, any good or service, is tied in with the Stupor Bowl.
Incidentally, that’s what Sunday is for. Football. Sabbath-schmabbath. Worship? I think we’re being invited to worship football. And bottomless consumption.
I used to like football, long ago; but over the years I have come to detest it. I think it’s the incessant self-promotion that turns me off. It reminds me of pro wrestling, without pro wrestling’s charm and elegance (I am speaking comparatively).
The objective of pro sports is to mine the public and extract wealth. It once was done entertainingly. Now they’ll do it any way they can.
Commercials built around football: two obnoxious thwoppings for the price of one.
Christian football fans (which I am not) can attend church, then get out in time for lunch and watch their favorite team. Our pastor is a huge Packers fan because he was grew up on it. When he takes his vacation this time of year it is to sit in those freezing stands and root, root, for the home team.
Pro football has become a form of idol worship, for some people. I find the game slow paced and legalistic, but will watch a game if there is a social reason to do so. I sure wouldn’t pay big money to watch the Stupor Bowl on TV.
You have to pay for it? Yeesh!
I don’t know, for certain. I know that cable and satellite TV have premium packages for some sports, but I haven’t seen a Super Bowl since the days of John Elway, back in the ‘90s, and I watched that one in a restaurant.
I have always been bored to death with football and will not watch it for a second.
I used to like it until it became downright silly.