Superbowl Sunday here and across the pond …

Posted on
Feb 22, 2010

I’m finally (kind of, sort of) over the Colts’ loss a few weeks ago that I think I can finally talk about the Superbowl.

And I promise I’ll make only one catty comment about the Saints. Maybe two.

Some of Rand’s colleagues were over from the U.K. and joined us, along with a handful of our friends, to watch the Superbowl. And over the course of the game, we discovered a couple of things …

  • If you aren’t an American, football may be boring to you. Or confusing. Or pointless. Or really, really violent. Thankfully, after decades of it being part of our culture, we have become blissfully desensitized to this.
  • Understanding the object of the game only gets you so far. It’s one thing to know that the team needs to move the ball in certain direction. it’s another altogether to understand the rules, the logic behind downs (is there any?), and what, exactly, some of the penalties mean.
  • Don’t try and explain the scoring convention. People will just look at you like you are nuts. (“Wait … what’s the reasoning behind the ‘extra point’ again?” Here’s the thing: no one knows).
  • Cricket is even more complicated and longer than football. If your guests get a bit ornery, just remind them of that (in all fairness, our guests did not get ornery, nor did they fall asleep, despite being  jet-lagged. The only person who ended up crashing was actually a local and a football fan. Go figure).
  • The Superbowl actually airs in the U.K., stretching into the wee small hours of the morning (due to the timechange). Also, it airs without commercials, which kind of defeats a lot of the purpose for many people.

Anywho, I felt fortunate that I had the chance to introduce our U.K. cohorts to something quintessentially American. It was actually a lot of fun, despite the fact  that the entire country decided to become Saints fans for approximately 2 hours, before sinking back into the woodwork and forgetting Drew Brees’ name. My logic was this: I don’t hate the Saints, but how the hell can you root for another team when you’ve loved Peyton Manning for years? You can’t. Consequently, I defend my choice (and possible ensuing temper tantrum) as morally justifiable, and even noble.

But back to our very American Superbowl party … It was CRAZY.

Babies drank beer:

Though in all fairness, this behavior would simply describe any Tuesday in Bavaria.--

Grown men took naps:

Poor little guy. He had a long day.

Poor little guy. He had a long day.

And, like any good party in the U.S. of A, we had food on sticks. In this case, it was pizza:

Mmm ... on a stick.

Mmm ... on a stick.

I think if it fits on a stick, it has fewer calories ... right?

I think if it fits on a stick, it has fewer calories ... right?

God, I love the Superbowl. Even when the Saints win.

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  • Is it bad that I had to look up what ornery meant?

    Oh, and I’d totally forgotten about the baby drinking beer… Thanks for hosting us 🙂

  • Ha! Sily Ukers.. 😉 Sounds like you all had fun. I’ve never thought about the extra point rule, now I can’t get it out of my head… :-/

    Matt 🙂

  • That baby must be from Wisconsin, where families are welcome at happy hour.

    • Everywhereist

      Note to self: visit Wisconsin.

  • The baby is a drunkin master. lol. Is that rand on the 3rd pic? It seems the stick bread are yummy. 😀

  • Totally tried to get my friends to explain football to me. My eyes glazed over in two seconds.

  • Football…..people either love it, or don’t get it. I think they don’t get it in Canada. A couple of years ago I was in Montreal on Superbowl Sunday, but managed to find a great local sports pub (the kind that has large TVs in every imaginable spot so you couldn’t possibly not have a great view from anywhere) that advertised the game, sold tickets in advance, and made me promise to arrive 45 minutes early or they’d give away my seats (yes, this is even after paying for the tickets to get in)… I arrived an hour ahead of game time, only to find that every set was tuned to a hockey game, and they refused to switch the channel to the Superbowl until the kickoff actually was taking place….then, at every single commercial break (really my favorite part of the Superbowl) they switched all the TVs back to the hockey game, and those of us there to watch the Superbowl had to plead with them to keep checking back with the Superbowl channel so we wouldn’t miss parts of the game……it was exasperating, but still funny – that’s Canada for you!

  • Everywhereist

    Trisha – Oh, dear lord. I think that you have a hell of a post in the making with that story. Personally, I’d have gone ballistic.

  • Everywhereist

    Lloyd – that IS Rand in the third pic (and one of his co-workers in the second). And yes, the pizza on a stick was lovely. Amazing, really.

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