A Cultural Necessity

First of all, I hope this entry makes sense, because I'm pretty drunk. Twenty five ounces of German beer and four rum and Pepsis will do that to a guy. I haven't been drunk for some time now, so it's kind of nice to get back into the swing of things. I probably won't enjoy the restless sleep, though. I never do.

Anyway, as you might know, the Super Bowl will be kicking off in . . . less than twelve hours, if I have all my facts straight. I will be watching the Super Bowl, as I would feel simply unamerican if I did not. I mean, it's inappropriate not to watch the Super Bowl if you're male. The thing is, though, I don't much care about football otherwise. It's not that I hate the sport or anything like that, it's just that I've never been willing to invest the time to learn enough about it and about the teams and various players to truly care about the sport or to follow it in any fashion. So instead, I take one Sunday out of the year to sit on my ass in front of the television, eat a bunch of junk food, drink beer and cheer on whichever team I decided at the last moment to root for. Typically, I go for the underdog, but that's not always the case. I suppose if I did that this year, I would be rooting for the Eagles. But I kind of enjoy the Patriots, as well, even though I don't follow football. I couldn't really tell you why. I suppose I'll decide tomorrow who to root for.

The sport I most like is basketball. I've always been a sucker for basketball and I used to actually play the sport when I was younger. To this day, I think I was a pretty solid player. I was a decent shooter and I knew how to pass the ball. I loved playing point guard--so to speak--because there was nothing more fun than piecing together a play. I loved surveying the court and finding an open player. It was pure joy to see someone who was open down near the basket and to shoot a pass right at them. There's a certain thrill to standing at the top of the key, the ball in your hands, and then suddenly letting fly and zipping the basketball literally right past your defender's head--within a few inches--and just nailing it straight into the hands of a teammate directly under the basket for an easy score. That was good times.

That, though, is digression. Today is about football, not basketball, and I will be partaking in the ritualistic watching and gorging that is so widely adored in our country. I'll try to do some blogging, but I guarantee nothing. I'll be over at my mom's house watching the game in high definition glory on a 42 inch Sony XBR plasma television. That is like some kind of heaven, just so you know. There is a computer over at her house, but it's not in the same room as the television, so it'll depend on how much I'm enjoying the game as to whether or not I do any blogging during the actual event.

In terms of the arts, I'm looking forward to seeing the War of the Worlds trailer, even though I already caught it online. It's definitely something I want to see on a plasma in high definition, though, so that should be fun. It appears that it will be this year's version of the Independence Day trailer. Otherwise, it looks like MGM, Universal and Warner Bros. will all be promoting movies, but I'm not sure which ones. A trailer for Hitch will be on, but I've already seen that about a billion times and the movie doesn't look particularly compelling.

Hopefully there'll be something better, or as good as, the War of the Worlds trailer for me to post about. We'll see.

In the meantime, I'll be looking at getting up an entry about Pirates of the Caribbean sometime soon--hopefully before the game. It will involve rum and the artistic genius of my roommate. Perhaps it's just the alcohol talking, but I don't think you'll be disappointed.