I am stuck watching the Super Bowl today. If I stayed at home by myself I wouldn’t watch it, but my best friend invited me over and he does make good food so I’m going. Second year in a row. I’m not against football per se. It just doesn’t move me. There’s not enough meat on the bones for me.
We’re just another a society of group-bonding spectacles anyway, and I’m just doing my part to act normal even though my heart isn’t in it. If it were the Lions, I could piggyback off my affection for the Tigers and my concern for people I like whose happiness in this regard is important to me. But that’s not the case.