Just for Me
Why the Super Bowl is "ME" Time
I know people LOOOOVE the Super Bowl- they hang on every playoff game, and start prepping food with tons of cheese weeks ahead of time.
They plan huge get togethers with many big screen TVs, and paint their faces multiple colors to support their team of choice.
And then, there’s people like me.
People who are never quite sure if it’s hockey season or baseball- and who irk the ardent Super Bowl watchers by innocently asking “Who scored the Home Run???” when everybody screams at the TVs.
So. Given those factors, I think most would agree with me that the Super Bowl presents some pretty stellar “ME” time.
Seriously, folks. Have you ever gone to the Supermarket during Super Bowl? It’s like an Old West Ghost Town. NO avid Super Bowl watcher forgets a single ingredient necessary for a party- they have their beer, ribs, popcorn, wings, and chips ready days ahead, to avoid missing a single play.
So I can wander the aisles of yea, even a Costco, for hours, unencumbered by even a single stray painted maniac streaking in for some essential like pimento olives.
No breathless updates to resentful clerks who wish they weren’t working during “The Big Game”.
And as soon as they start to ask me during checkout, “So- not watching the game?” I put palms up and say, “WHAT game?” with a gaze so defiant, they stop right there.
Because really. If I’m standing in front of you, we both know that I’m not. And I think it’s fairly straightforward to assume that I want to enjoy my unpopulated nirvana without showing off my ignorance about whether it’s the Caps or the Flyers who are competing this five year cycle, and which city won the Olympic bid to host the Superbowl.
Just let me have my moment, folks. And my pick of the shopping carts. Heck, the aisles are so wide and empty, I may even get a flatbed! Just don’t expect me to buy a big TV.