Not Caring XLII

Today marks the forty-second continuous year in which I have not given a damn about the Super Bowl.

I’ve never watched one. I’ve never been to a Super Bowl party. I’ve never even been invited to a Super Bowl party.

At a gathering of Wild Card authors last night, I talked for two and a half hours with a group of my cool, talented friends and the words “Super Bowl” never came up.

Kathy and I used to go to the ballet on Super Bowl Sunday, as a kind of protest against the month of nonending hype. In the audience there were me and about 800 women.

Let’s just say I didn’t hate it.

Is the Super Bowl a part of your life, or not? And if either is the case, why?