I have a confession to make. I DVR’d the Superbowl so that I could watch Downton Abbey. I’m not much in to following television drama’s, but I have drunk the Kool-aid when it comes to the Crawley family.
I’m happy to read this morning that I’m not the only one. Ted Kluck is a former professional football player and a current sportswriter. He’s also a super-fan when it comes to professional football. Yet in an article earlier today he reveals that even he tuned in to PBS during the big game. But that’s not the most interesting thing about his article. He also reveals that he has all but burned-out on the vanity surrounding the annual Superbowl spectacle. It’s hard to disagree with him on this. He writes:
I became a grown-up tonight. I became a grown-up in part because I realized that an event that I’d once looked forward to and once placed upon a pedestal had become a boring parody of itself and also, in part, because like all grown ups my enjoyment of the ridiculous spectacle was in direct competition with the kinds of problems that nibble around the consciousness of grown-ups.
Caveat: I love football. I probably love it too much. But I told my wife at the end of the night, “The best part about the Super Bowl this year was the cheese dip you made.” I meant that. It was the only part of the evening that I enjoyed without qualification.
Read the rest here.