I don’t know who is playing in the Super Bowl. I’m sure I’ve heard the names on Access Hollywood or the news or something, but the names of the teams means nothing to me so it doesn’t register. And please don’t leave a comment below naming those teams. I don’t care. I wish them both well, but if a football game is not on Friday Night Lights, I won’t pay attention. I try not to think “it’s just a dumb game” even though I really don’t understand why people get so excited about it. I imagine that this is the way many people feel when they hear about the Oscars. I just stop and think about how much I love to fill out Topher’s annual Academy Awards Ballots and judge what people are wearing on the red carpet, and I have empathy for the sports people. I mean, the outfits they wear are all the same, but, whatever.
What I do love about the Super Bowl is the food. I love the ritual food preparation and social gathering. Add to that the inviting displays at the grocery stores and the media’s relentless reminder to buy more pizza and it’s all very touching. It makes me feel part of something. Something communal. Something bigger than myself. Something that tastes like buffalo wings and blue cheese. I can’t stomach the game, but I can stomach the food.
Acting and football have a lot in common: a lot of training goes it to each craft, some luck, some good looks, lots of sweating, uncomfortable moments, and exorbitant salaries sprinkled here and there for a few. That, and two great reasons for me to buy Nacho Cheese Doritos.
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