Would it be awful to confess that I am not?
Lately, I’ve been enjoying the Super Bowl meal more than the actual Super Bowl. In fact, I haven’t enjoyed football quite the same way since my car accident a few years ago. It turned out I sustained a concussion. It was my third concussion in my 30+ years, and my brain hasn’t quite rebounded (I’m a lot slower in the short term memory department than I would like to be. You should witness the befuddled frustration Sean and others have felt whenever I’m trying to finish a sentence. They…wait…in…AGONY!)
After the accident, watching grown men slam their heads into each other became far less entertaining knowing the history the NFl has with head injuries. I don’t know. I guess having an addled brain made me more sensitive to others with brain addling. So I stopped watching, around the same time that most women started watching. And, I also have shown a bit of prejudice against grown men wearing football jerseys (Why are they wearing the shirts of other grown men? Is it hero worship?!). I am SUCH a killjoy! It isn’t fair of course.
People like what they like. And I liked football well enough, until the concussion… oh, and until that NY Giant stiffed me at my good friend Jinn’s birthday party. He came, he ate and ate, and he left without paying the bill. Little surprise he did the same thing to his ex-wife on the Real Housewives of Atlanta. “You know who you are!!”(Marguerite screams as she feebly shakes her fist to the heavens!)
Football doesn’t have a problem with me, so why should I have a problem with football? And they are doing better at addressing the life-altering injuries that effect so many of their players. So this weekend, I’m going to watch the game with friends who LOVE the game. And maybe I will re-learn how to love the game, just like 60 million other people love this game. I’ll become part of the NFL economy (Did you know that the NFL earns $10 billion annually? Even in a recession!) and partake in watching the Super Bowl commercials. But, in my heart of hearts I will be craving the best part of the Super Bowl: the food!
Here are some of my favorite (traditional and non-traditional) Super Bowl recipes.
So am I alone in loving the food more than the game?