“Man, it’s the freak’n Levitra commercial again” everyone moans. “What woman wants a man to last for thirty six hours anyway; sounds more like torture than pleasure” one of the girls adds before the room breaks into idle chatter.
Despite ridiculously boring commercials (with the exception of Budweiser, which made the majority of the room laugh by having a poor guy’s ‘crown jewels’ bitten by a dog) and an absolutely awful halftime, I would say the Super Bowl was a success. (Well, not if your name is Janet Jackson, but that’s a different story…)
In my eyes, the Super Bowl has come to represent a greater phenomenon than watching Tom Brady’s bottom bounce up and down the field.
Although I can’t help feel a slight frustration that twice as many people will tune into a four hour football game than those who will vote, the pride and support of Super Bowl fans manifested in Boston makes me proud to live in this city. The Super Bowl is not just about football (sorry guys); it has become a symbol of American community.
As a little girl I remember curling up on the couch with my Dad and cheering for whatever team he told me to root for (usually specified by jersey color.) This Super Bowl I curled up with my boyfriend (Will Swint – OI) and friends, drank ridiculous amounts of beer and stayed out until three AM on a Sunday night. Either way, I don’t really care about the bad commercials or which team wins, watching the game is more about having a good reason to be with people you like and care about. Maybe I sound sappy, but although it was a great football game and Tom Brady did look really hot, to me, the Super Bowl will always be just another excuse to get together with my friends, eat food, drink beer, and celebrate.