Do you have any personal or family Super Bowl Sunday traditions?
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Nothing here. I’m only commenting because it just occurred to me that things like having Superbowl traditions might happen or not according to whether one grows up in a state with professional sports franchises like an NFL team, which mine didn’t. We didn’t have any major-league pro teams when I was a kid. Interesting thing to reflect on now.
My hubby and I would normally do what millions of others do: buy junk food and beer and sit down for the game to root for a team we had some interest in. (Bengals fan disclosure: haven’t had a chance to root for them since the ’80’s, so…) My husband is a Steelers fan, so…anyway, we’re not watching the game this year at all. I loathe the Patriots and couldn’t care less about the Falcons.
Now you can see any of the famed commercials online, so there’s no reason to even tune in for those.
Not watching it.
Mostly just Monday morning regret and wondering why the NFL is hell bent on having its most watchable events on weeknights.
Er, this is from some time back–hoping Jerry Jones would lose.
And 5 layer dip for Fritos. Killer.
My father forced my brother and me to help build a bomb shelter under the front porch. Does that count?
unless you did this more than once, it’s not really a tradition.
The process extended over a number of years … I was 4 to 8 years old. It might have pre-dated the Super Bowl … but what a tradition! Lugging buckets of dirt out of the cellar … making sure the neighbors didn’t see us … big secret. I think my father saw that Twilight Zone episode where the guy with the bomb shelter is besieged by his shelterless neighbors during a potential attack. Such fun memories.
Yes, yes, I recall it: The Shelter. Classic episode. Came out (iirc) in the dark days of the Cold War, probably not long after the failed Vienna summit and after fed govt again strongly encouraged citizens to build backyard shelters, ca 1961.
Can’t guarantee anything, but I suspect we shouldn’t overly worry about building a fallout shelter right now, unless you think it would come in handy and would be cost effective for the upcoming civil war in this country.
Of course, if Donald is unable to defy the Deep State dudes who are pushing for a confrontation with Putin, then for sure it might be a nifty thing to have.
Catching random bits of the Puppy Bowl has become a tradition.
My wife usually works Sunday evenings, but she has been wriggling off that hook and joining me in watching the game the last few years. That’s a new tradition of a sort. Making some junk-filled snacks for ourselves is the standard food play.
Regarding my rooting interest today, I’m with Bill Maher in almost all particulars:
“Back when Tom (Brady) was asked if he thought Trump would be President, he said, ‘I hope so. That would be great.’ Hey Tom, fuck you!”
I’ll have a dozen or so friends over to watch the game. I’ve had a party every year but one since ’88. Now I’d better get up from the computer and get back to work cleaning.
I have two relatively recent traditions that are small and petty but that I love to do:
More of an anti-Super Bowl tradition, try to find a good movie to see or museum visit or alternative on Netflix etc.
All the more so when there is one team I truly hate and just can’t stand to see win again. Not good for my bp to get so riled up, and a little awkward at my age to still care about some overgrown knuckleheads in pads running into each other at full speed.
Friends, beer and the game. Back in the day, In Living Color would do a halftime show. We would watch that instead of the NFL one. Plus, Prince is the only one that didn’t suck.
When the kids were small we used to spend the day at Disneyland. Could ride Space Mountain as many times as we liked.
Just binge-eating and, now, talking about how much we all hate Trump.
Last ten years wife and I had been meeting up with college friends near Dallas to hang a few days and watch the game. Then they helped to elect Trump, and I am too much of a snowflake to deal with them this year.
Pulling for whoever is playing the Patsies. OHHHH!! Brady sacked again. Geez, Tom, 4th and 375.
Still happy now?
Patriots come back, win in overtime, five — FIVE — Super Bowl championships for the Belichik and Terrific Tom.
Nyah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Patriots win!*
*still cheaters, though.
😜
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No cheating in this game, sheer guts and determination and talent and smarts and grinding hard work and never give up and goddamn it all the haters can just shut the F up for once, for this amazing moment, and admit:
They are GREAT.
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So………… if cheaters never win, and the Patriots did win, then………….
;-p
Great game thru half-time. Not a Falcons fan but they’re having a ball.
OH shit. The birds lost! But gotta hand it to Brady. What a comeback.
What is not fake here?!
Ya know, if this were pitched for a Hollywood movie, no one would ever buy such a ridiculously implausible story line.
Sure they would! It’s a well worn trope in Hollywood. Some of the are even great movies
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LOL!!! I thought you’d be linking to the Bad News Bears.
Nothing can harsh the buzz in Patriotsland this morning! Bwa-hahahahahahaha!!!!!
Well, except for the lowlife scumball who stole Brady’s game jersey. May he fry in Hades.
It is, I’ll admit, rather jarring to see Belichick in a suit and tie at the press conference this morning, rather than the usual raggedy sleeveless sweatshirt.