my idea was to watch the super bowl and then talk about it on my blog, but as i started watching, i realized i didn’t know what was happening. i don’t know why i thought it would be different than any other football game. not going to lie, i was updating my amazon wishlist while watching. however, my wifi went out near the end of the game, and the fact that i felt the tiniest bit distraught means i cared about the super bowl more than i’d like to admit, and quite frankly, i’m not going to.
the postgame interviews seemed kind of pointless. “is it special winning with your team?” no, actually it’s not. i don’t know why you’d think that. i hate them. maybe this can be my future career if sociology doesn’t work out. add a twist for some fun. “great game! are you worried about your increased risk for neurodegenerative diseases?… oh. you should be.” i want them to be worried about my next questions. you know, fear me when i start walking in their direction.
i wonder what position i’d be if i played football. can’t be a quarterback. one sack, and i wouldn’t live to see another day. can’t be a running back. i struggle to walk when it’s windy. can’t be a wide receiver. i’m scared of catching the ball because it’s pointy. can’t be a tight end. i don’t know what they do. can’t be a kicker. i didn’t score a goal until my third year playing soccer. i’d suggest defense, but if i can’t play these roles, how can I stop someone who can? “can 90 lbs girls take steroids?”