Today we find ourselves recovering from the “Big Game.” I am not using the normal words for the
annual match between the AFC and NFC champions rather, I am wisely using Big
Game for a specific reason.
Is seems as though the Big Game police are charging for use
of the registered words, er, you know what they are. It is like trying to describe an orange
without using the orange.
By the way, nothing in the English language rhymes with
orange. But, I digress.
The Big Game is the culmination of weeks upon weeks of grown
men running up and down a field in tight britches grabbing other guys. They try to move an oddly-shaped ball around
and score more points than the other team.
They dilly dally or lollygag – is there a difference? - for
nearly four quarters of fifteen minutes each.
Then, when they are near the end of the game, they are magically
rejuvenated and quickly play ball as if their lives depended upon it.
These football players complain about everything from their
poultry salaries of several million dollars to being hit and later suffering
from their injuries. Some dislike the
idea they must speak with the media to produce stories for their moronic fans
that actually pay money to watch these whiners.
It seems the money should be large and the fan base small,
according to these geniuses.
In any case, Big Game day is usually celebrated by nearly
everyone who likes to eat and drink.
Beer and snack companies deluge the circulars and supermarkets for weeks
prior to this event, each hawking their goods to die-hard football fans.
Nachos, dips, potato chips, brats, and a compendium of
various beverage companies all vie to cater to the discerning appetites of Big
Game fans and other wannabe fans.
But during the Big Game many other products are advertised
to the inebriated masses tuned in to see the nearly endless commercials and the
usually-less-than-spectacular half-time show.
In fact, many, many people tune in just to see the
commercials. And that is good news for
the advertisers inasmuch as they are paying $4,500,000, for a 30 second spot
this year.
Speaking of this year, the performer is someone named Katy
Perry, I think.
People on the news were agog over her selection as this
years’ big performer. Evidently Ms.
Perry is popular. Somewhere along her
career path she became pretty popular for showing her cleavage, and a lot of
it. Catching a glimpse of her attributes
is the only reason I tuned in, only to find she had a modest moment for this
exhibition. Just my luck.
Still, the game goes on with the drunken debauchery of Big
Game Sunday with copious amounts of alcoholic beverages flowing, wagering
happening, and food being consumed. All
that leads to a week of recovery.
Welcome.
