Yes, it's clear to us that the Super Bowl is to football fans what New Year's Eve is to Keith Richards. It's strictly amateur hour. Do you think Keith needs to wait for the last day of the year to chug champagne and rock in midnight? Shoot, that's a quiet Tuesday night for Keith.
But make no mistake, Keith is out on New Year's Eve. He's out on New Year's Day, too. He's a pro. Just like you with your football.
Yeah, chances are you will have to sit in a crowded room with a bunch of football novices who ask inane questions about the nickel defense or smart-alecky comments from that one dude after every other play.
Such irreverence!
If that wasn't enough there is the gambling and all that baking. During the Super Bowl people bet on things like which player will score the first touchdown, how deep the kickoff will travel, or whether punter Mitch Berger is wearing a cup. The more absurd the wager the better, which makes the casseroles and other baked goods go down that much smoothly.
But where was this weeks ago? When the Eagles were getting all tied up in Cincinnati during November, was anyone taking action or putting pigs in a blanket?
No, of course not. You're on your own during the mean, 16-weeks of the season. If you wanted those tofu pups lined with vegan cheese it was up to you to carry your sorry rear to the microwave and do it yourself.
The Super Bowl, however, is the great equalizer. In fact, people will tell you they don't care or even like football and the reasons why as they cozy up to you on the couch to watch the game.
Who needs it? Maybe it's best to dim down the lights, close the curtains and sit there alone and watch the game all by yourself. Send the wife and kids to the anti-Super Bowl festivities down at the mall and strap in.
It's almost midnight and the clock is ticking.