When I was a kid, I pretended to care about the Superbowl. I was a misfit on enough fronts that I just went with the flow and didn’t fight this American tradition. Once I grew up and gained a little more self-confidence, I stopped pretending that I care in the slightest. I don’t even like to go to Superbowl parties because I’d rather just be at a party where I can talk to my friends rather than have to pay attention to this big screen TV.
In years past, we would treat this as a day that we basically had our run of the city. In Atlanta, we’d go to a movie and eat at The Cheesecake Factory in Buckhead or something like that. In Myrtle Beach however, that dynamic doesn’t really exist. In February without the crush of tourists, basically nothing is that crowded. Today we don’t even have any plans whatsoever. We might end up doing miscellaneous work, perhaps watch a movie on our DVR or otherwise just chilling. Enjoy your day, all you NFL fans – committed fans and those who are a fan for just today.
About a month until pitchers and catchers report. Then I’ll get interested in sports again.