More evidence that I am, indeed, a freak...

I didn't watch the Super Bowl. Not even a minute of it. And I don't care about what a great, shocking fourth quarter blah blah blah.

Now, if I hadn't had plans to go out (early dinner and a play), I probably would have watched parts of the game. Well, I would really have been watching the commericals, since those generate more watercooler chat anyway. I might have gone to one of the parties I was invited to. But I just don't give a shit about this game. I'm kind of baffled about why so many people DO care, even when their favorite team's not involved.

I used to enjoy professional sports in my youth, largely because it was practically a requirement in the house in which I grew up. My mom and brother are huge sports fans, so in order to attempt to "fit in" (I have always been the oddball in my family), I watched too. And even cared, somewhat.

That was a long time ago. As much as I'd like to postulate about the glory days of sports, my lack of interest now isn't really about that. My interest waned once I moved out on my own and could indulge all of my own interests freely and without judgment.*

And with control of the TV remote.

(I DID , however, catch a little of the Puppy Bowl. Awesome!)

*i do enjoy GOING to sporting events, and the whole social -- and sociological -- aspect of that. sitting at home watching on tv? zzzzzzz.)