I’m almost afraid to say this out loud for fear of the repercussions. But I just feel I must. Right here, right now, you’re looking (metaphorically speaking, of course) 
at the one human with access to a TV, and cable, who will NOT be watching the Super Bowl this Sunday.
No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. I did say I would NOT be watching. I wanted to make sure you heard me. Understood me clearly. Which is why I used all capital letters.
I know it’s unAmerican. Hell, it’s even unCanadian. But it is what it is.
What can I say? I grew up in unusual surroundings. Ours was a non-football-watching household. When it comes to sports my parents liked tennis, golf, baseball and basketball. And hockey playoffs.
(sigh). I hear you sighing. Shaking your heads in disbelief. Even pitying me. Wishing you’d known sooner, so you could have removed me from that damaging environment. Before it was too late. Before it came to this. I know. I know.
Thank you. I appreciate your concern. But really, there’s no cause for alarm.
If it makes you feel any better, my parents certainly wouldn’t have cared if I’d wanted to watch football. It’s not like Continue reading
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