Itís possible to avoid all the pre-Super Bowl hype after all. I know, because I managed to do it this year. Part of it is the fact that the newspaper vending machine outside the post office has been refusing to take my quarters all week, so I couldnít read about it. And I havenít strayed over to CNN since it started turning into Fox News. And I donít watch Sports Center when it isnít baseball season.
See how easy it is? It didnít even take much of an effort. I couldnít avoid the game itself, because what would I have to say to people tomorrow if I didnít watch the Super Bowl today? Besides, thereís nothing (and I mean nothing) else on TV tonight. What am I going to do, pretend I havenít watched XXXVIII other Super Bowls over the years?
Some people think this is a national holiday. For some, itís time to get together with family and friends and eat and drink and hoot at the dropped passes and missed tackles and complain about coaching decisions and clock management. For me, itís a good time to stay home alone and make soup in the crock pot.
With the slow cooker going, I had a perfect excuse to hibernate. I got up early (early-ish, for me, for a Sunday) and chopped celery and onions and the like and got things going. I had to stick around and stir it up every hour or so. It gave purpose to my Sunday, even more than the game did.