I’ll admit it. I don’t get the excitement about the Super Bowl. I guess what I should really say is, I don’t get football. I never have. But that doesn’t mean I begrudge you or anyone else the privilege of The Mother Of All Football Celebrations.
I don’t even begrudge you the traditional calorie- and fat-laden football-game foods (think chili-cheese nachos smothered in sour cream…artery-clogging bratwurst and hot dogs in gigantic enriched-white-flour buns; gooey, creamy dips dripping off of oily, salty chips; peanuts and pretzels (hey, how did those get into the picture? They’re even kinda healthy!).
What I do begrudge you is the chance of getting so worked up about the game that you do what people in several sports-spectator studies have done: suffered from acute cardiac episodes.
After all, I like you. I want you around so I can enjoy you. So do me a favor: When the game gets so unnerving that you find yourself (for whatever reason, pro or con) jumping up and down screaming, take a breath. Don’t invest your life in the outcome.
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