It seems that everywhere you look these days, there’s tension. There are snow storms, budget shortfalls, gun control debates, etc., to bog us down.
We need a break from all of the madness. We need … (drum roll) … the Super Bowl.
Some may think that the Super Bowl is a pointless event to focus on when the world faces all of these serious issues, but the way I see it, some of us could use a little distraction.
On Sunday night, people around the nation will gather around their televisions to pull for their team of choice. For a few hours, people can forget about the bills they have to pay and the health insurance they have to buy. They can gorge on pizza, wings, and chips while laughing at semi-funny commercials, watching an unpredictable half-time show and arguing over questionable game calls.
In a world that feels unusually chaotic right now, the Super Bowl ritual will provide me with a sense of normalcy. I can take my mind off of budgets and stories for the paper and watch the game with family and friends.
For many sports fans, this should be an especially exciting Super Bowl. A lot of people are intrigued that brothers — the Harbaugh brothers, to be exact — will be coaching against each other in this Super Bowl.
Normally I determine before a game which team deserves my praise and which deserves my wrath. But in this case, I hate both teams. I guess you could say I’m just not a fan of the Harbaugh coaching family. Unfortunately for my family, this means they will probably have to listen to a double-dose of my heckling on Sunday.
Before someone suggests that I need anger management classes, let me assure you that I am normally a calm person. I have a no swearing policy, and the most you are likely to pry from me is a sarcastic reply. I have been cussed out on more than one occasion at The Stokes News, but I usually still find a way to end the conversation on a good note.
But for some reason when football comes on the screen, I morph into this yelling idiot who suddenly feels her cheering and jeering will have a direct impact on Peyton Manning’s performance or can shame John Fox into turning his headset over to a more capable coach.
During the most recent game I watched at home, I started shouting so loudly that my sister left her bedroom to ask what was the matter. Upon hearing my explanation, she just shook her head and walked away, though I tried to convince her that I am only this irrational when it comes to football.
I bet I am not alone in my tendency to take the game of football a little too seriously. But maybe that’s the fun of it. We can get excited about the game, but at the end there will be no real consequences for most of us whether our favorite team wins or loses. Unless, of course, you placed a large bet on the game, in which case you only have your self to blame.
While I know that the Harbaugh brothers probably aren’t bad people, I will still be sitting on the couch this Sunday complaining that there should be no winner in this year’s Super Bowl. And I will be enjoying every minute of it.
So I say bring on the sports drama. This reporter needs a break from all of the real drama plaguing this world.