The Super Bowl’s coming! Really, it’s coming! But, just being honest, this is an unexcited as I’ve been in eons. Just don’t care about the Steelers, and only sorta care about the Cardinals. I’d say the big problem is that Super Bowl XXXXIII is not a battle of the NFL’s top best teams—just its two hottest. At best, Arizona ranks fourth or fifth in the NFC, and the Steelers—in my debatable opinion—were lucky the Colts fell and the Pats didn’t qualify. Yes, their defense is killer. But the offense? Blah.
I’m thinking this might have something to do with age. As a kid, I LOVED the Super Bowl. As a teen, I REALLY LIKED the Super Bowl. As an adult, I enjoy the Super Bowl. But once you’ve covered enough big events, you stop seeing them as big deals and start noticing the little men behind the curtains. The lights, the cameras, the fireworks, the dancers—all showbiz. Come day’s in, everyone farts and poops and goes to bed.
Man, I’m a downer.
