|Last Modified: Oct 1, 1995|
LET US BOW OUR HEADS IN PRAYER
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|Hey kids, skip here, miss me? Of course you did, how on earth did you know what to think with me gone? I mean lord knows in the America of the late twentieth century, you the masses can't be expected to have actual independent thoughts all your own. You have to be influenced by Hollywood or music or talk radio or columnists or heaven help us, sports stars . Which sort of leads us to where we are going today kids, the Holiest of Holy Days, the High Communion of the Faithful, the DAY IN WHICH ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD, that's right kids, Super Sunday is upon us once more.|
|Now if you are scratching your head in a perplexed manner, wondering why I used all caps, for-god's-sake-it's-just-a-stupid-game-what's-the-big-deal, then A) you are probably female and B) stop reading this right now cause it just gets worse from here. Of course you are saying that I am a Neanderthal, sexist, chauvinist pig. But it's not so, I am firm believer in equal rights for womyn, let'em into VMI I say, equal pay for equal work, no more mommy tracks for the sisters. It's just that you have to remember that being equal does not mean being the same (thank God for that my friends). Let's face it ladies, you just don't get football. I know what you're saying, you probably know more stats and records than any three men you know, doesn't matter, you still don't get it. They can put Hannah Storm on the sidelines for as long as they want (though why they do that I don't understand, most teams have cheerleaders already) and it won't make any difference. Football is ours ladies, it's in the genetic makeup, it's the one thing that is completely and unalterably male.One of the questions I always ask a woman on our first date is whether she likes football, if there is even a glimmer of interest on her part I get worried. I don't want to watch football with my girlfriend, that's not why football was invented. I've watched other sporting events with womyn and had an enjoyable time, but not football - it just isn't natural. We now have womyn's basketball, baseball, golf, bowling and hockey (hockey for god's sake!), but not womyn's football, don't have it and don't need it.|
|It's about more than watching the game, heck the game is usually irrelevant anyway. It's about being a guy, it's about that one day when we can throw off all of our problems and concerns and revel in being a guy. It's about red meat done rare (because dammit that's how it ought to be done), it's about swilling beer and eating greasy, salty snack foods, cause for that one day by god, cholesterol doesn't exist. It's about guys who wouldn't so much as think of looking at a womyn other than their significant other, howling at scantily clad cheerleaders. It's about being with other guys and (god help me I'm going to say it) bonding with each other because you're watching the game with them and if they chose you to spend the Holiest of Holy days with, you must be pretty damn close.|
|That's why we love the Superbowl so much ladies, it's the one day a year when we know that we are in charge. Haven't you ever wondered why we watch eight hours of pregame followed by a thirty point blowout every year. It's so that when you ask us to do something for you we can say "sorry hon, me and the guys are watching football". It's not that we don't love and appreciate you, it's just that for the 24 hour period of the Holy Day we love football more.|
|So you see ladies, we aren't trying to shut you out of the festivities (OK, we are, but not in a mean way). We, as men, are just trying to preserve one of the last places on earth that we can be men like our fathers were and like their fathers were before them, the land of the Superbowl.|
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