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sinanjuI did something yesterday that I've never done before in all my 46 years.
I watched the Superbowl. Friends of ours had a Superbowl Party. I have no interest in professional football, but I like hanging out with said friends, so I went. And I had a good time--despite the game being on, I hasten to add. It would have been more fun if we'd been there to watch a good movie, or a really, really bad movie. But the football game wasn't too awful. A pro basketball game would have been sheer torture.
I was about to write that I'm not sure why my antipathy for basketball is so much stronger--but as I started typing, I realized why. It's because I was forced to play basketball every day in high school gym class. "Physical Education" class consisted of changing into t-shirt, shorts and sneakers and then going out onto the gym floor and playing in a basketball game going on under one of the several baskets mounted around the gym. I hated that damn game. I hated having to play. I hated having to pretend to play while hoping nobody ever passed the ball to me. I hated it when they did and I invariably lost it moments later. The other players didn't want me on their team, but that was okay because the feeling was mutual; I didn't want to be on their team either. It usually didn't take long for us to reach an unspoken agreement--I'll hover around on the outer edge of the real action staying out of their way while trying to look involved, and they'll ignore me and pretend I'm on the team.
Football bores me, but at least I wasn't forced to play it. (I will note, however, that while the actual game was endurable, sitting through pre-game or post-game drivel was as torturous as watching basketball would have been.)
It figures that the one Superbowl I actually watched had no especially great commercials; some of them were amusing, but nothing that looks like a breakout hit that everyone will be talking about. I spent the halftime show mostly wondering about the logistics of getting all that equipment--and all those people--onto and then off the field so quickly. That took some serious organizational work, I imagine.
I was also impressed by the computer graphics during the game. The purple scrimmage line and the yellow first down line were helpful, and that they're able to do it in real time was cool. I also liked the arrow graphic that told people like me that Team X (represented by their mascot) is trying to move the ball THAT way, in case you weren't sure.
The post-game Simpsons episode sucked. American Dad had it's moments, but it was too much a rehash of the Family Guy formula, I think. The alien with Paul Lynde's voice (and how many viewers even recognized that gag?) was the most entertaining character. I'll give it a try when it starts up in May, but I don't think it'll last.
I watched the Superbowl. Friends of ours had a Superbowl Party. I have no interest in professional football, but I like hanging out with said friends, so I went. And I had a good time--despite the game being on, I hasten to add. It would have been more fun if we'd been there to watch a good movie, or a really, really bad movie. But the football game wasn't too awful. A pro basketball game would have been sheer torture.
I was about to write that I'm not sure why my antipathy for basketball is so much stronger--but as I started typing, I realized why. It's because I was forced to play basketball every day in high school gym class. "Physical Education" class consisted of changing into t-shirt, shorts and sneakers and then going out onto the gym floor and playing in a basketball game going on under one of the several baskets mounted around the gym. I hated that damn game. I hated having to play. I hated having to pretend to play while hoping nobody ever passed the ball to me. I hated it when they did and I invariably lost it moments later. The other players didn't want me on their team, but that was okay because the feeling was mutual; I didn't want to be on their team either. It usually didn't take long for us to reach an unspoken agreement--I'll hover around on the outer edge of the real action staying out of their way while trying to look involved, and they'll ignore me and pretend I'm on the team.
Football bores me, but at least I wasn't forced to play it. (I will note, however, that while the actual game was endurable, sitting through pre-game or post-game drivel was as torturous as watching basketball would have been.)
It figures that the one Superbowl I actually watched had no especially great commercials; some of them were amusing, but nothing that looks like a breakout hit that everyone will be talking about. I spent the halftime show mostly wondering about the logistics of getting all that equipment--and all those people--onto and then off the field so quickly. That took some serious organizational work, I imagine.
I was also impressed by the computer graphics during the game. The purple scrimmage line and the yellow first down line were helpful, and that they're able to do it in real time was cool. I also liked the arrow graphic that told people like me that Team X (represented by their mascot) is trying to move the ball THAT way, in case you weren't sure.
The post-game Simpsons episode sucked. American Dad had it's moments, but it was too much a rehash of the Family Guy formula, I think. The alien with Paul Lynde's voice (and how many viewers even recognized that gag?) was the most entertaining character. I'll give it a try when it starts up in May, but I don't think it'll last.
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Date: 2005-02-07 11:53 pm (UTC)