Superbowl Frenzy

02.02.07

What’s going on in the U.S.? Why it's the superbowl this weekend and everyone and their brother should know that! Unfortunately, I have to hear this shit every minute, everywhere I go, even in the bathrooms where I thought it was safe! I'd rather have reconstructive knee surgery than have to put up with this everywhere I go. It's the Chicago bears versus colts and I’ve no freaking clue where the fuck the colts are from. Alls I know is that I'm stuck in Chicago's territory where I can't show any disgust over this overly dramatic event. And of course it's being sponsored by PepsiCo at half time with Prince doing the show. I guess one neat thing is that all the buildings at night are lit up with orange and blue colors and the view from my balcony is wonderfully different than the usual white lights and occasional red, white, and blue patriotic symbolism.

One of my co-workers got a ticket for the game from his roommate who works for the bears and paid face value of $600 bucks. Then the airfare to Miami was $400. Plus hotel, food, everything, I’m sure it all came about $1300 for the whole thing. He goes on and on about it all the time. At a certain point it in the conversation, it struck me that I’ve never met someone who actually went to the superbowl. None of my friends are that retarded. Even they would sell it on eBay for $4000 (what it was going for) if they landed with some tickets, which I would certainly do myself. So I actually told him and others around me that I've never known, in my whole life, a person who actually went to the superbowl. Then I said that I might have to have his autograph. I couldn't really tell them how lame I thought they were because I was really the lame one who stood out of the crowd then, who couldn't feel the excitement nor understand what was so special about the last football game in the season when there would be another one next year and the following year after that. I tried to explain to the girl next to me that my friends aren't into this stuff and really wanted to tell her that they wouldn’t give a rat’s ass, but instead I fumbled around and couldn't give a good reason why without insulting her lifestyle. I don’t remember what I said, but I’m sure I tried my best and still insulted her lifestyle. On the last day, right before I was heading home for the weekend, she sent a team email saying that she and the superbowl guy was going to walk over with their digital cameras and photograph themselves on front of the art institute with the stone lion out in front which had on a Chicago bear’s helmet. Surely they were joking. Later on, they sent a link to everyone so they could see the results of their proudly taken picture. When I got the first email, I accidently said OMG really loudly and blushed for my outwardly, uncontrolled response. At these points in my life, I don’t know whether I ought to cry or laugh.