In honor of the upcoming 50th Super Bowl, I’m going to write a post about everything I know about football.
Shortest. Blogpost. Ever.
Seriously, I know even less about football than I thought I did, and that wasn’t much. Let me explain. I recently told my future son-in-law that the only thing I know about football is that the team with the ball is the defense. He said “Um… no, they’re not. That’s the offense.” What? I asked if they’re not defending the ball, what is the defense defending? If he answered me, I don’t remember what he said. I probably tuned out as I do any time anyone talks about football.
So, the one thing I thought I knew about football was wrong. Now I know nothing about football. BUT, I do love the Super Bowl. I’m not even sure if there’s a football game involved in the Super Bowl, but there is a fantastic show and a lot of great commercials. It’s the only time of the year that I voluntarily watch commercials. Not only do I watch them, I look forward to them.
I also love Super Bowl parties. Lots of great food and friends. Everyone mingles and talks during the game (or whatever goes on between commercials), then someone yells “COMMERCIALS!” and everyone rushes to the television. I once went to a Super Bowl party where the guests watched the game and talked during the commercials. It was miserable. I left before the halftime show.
In recent years, I have learned that Southern women are allegedly obsessed with football. This is news to me. How did I get through all these years as a Southern woman without knowing this? My mother, aunts and grandmothers weren’t into football. Actually, other than one uncle, I don’t think the men in my family ever watch it. Until Facebook came along, I had no idea that I knew any women who like football. If my newsfeed is any indication, female football fans outnumber males by at least 10 to 1. I have also learned that Facebook does not have the option to hide all football posts. Maybe someday, fingers crossed!
I’m not a complete ditz when it comes to football. I’m not one of those “Go Sports Team! Move the ball through that thingy!” types. I know there are no homeruns, half court shots, or goalies in football. I am aware of touchdowns, passes, and interceptions. However, I have said really dumb things like, “New York is playing the Giants this year.”
One of the benefits of not being a football fan is that you don’t care who wins. No blood pressure issues during the game. In this year’s Superbowl, Peyton Manning is a fellow southerner who played for the University of Tennessee (where my daughter received two degrees). Michael Oher, a tackle for the Panthers, is from right here in my hometown of Memphis. I can root for the local talent and it’ll be a win either way.