In an act of social rebellion, I am not going to watch the Super Bowl today.
N. O. T.
So, there.
And not to minimalise my worth, but American football will be just fine without my participation.
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To be clear, my abstaining has nothing to do with Taytay and her Teutonic Tight End’s Man.
Personally, I don’t get all the fuss.
I mean, don’t most men at some point date younger versions of their mothers?
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Besides, I don’t have a horse in this race … as the saying goes.
We haven’t had one in football for something like 25 years. Sigh. Poor Washington football.
Now, had I been raised a baseball fan, I’d at least be able to say we surprised them all by taking the Series in 2019.
This I can squarely blame on my darling Papa, who created us all ‘Skins fans (as they used to be called) from birth and kept us loyal to his Boston Red Sox.
Thankfully even Canadians can get behind the Washington Capitals.
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But really, and this may be more to the point, I simply cannot be bothered to care.
I know, right?
Eh, what can you do with an honest emotion except embrace and accept.
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No matter. I’ll rally with Six Nations, March Madness and the Masters in April.
Until next season though, the ‘ole pigskin will just have to fly solo this evening without the assistance of this little birdie’s watchful wing.
Happy Sunday. Good luck boys.