How I hate the Super Bowl...let me count the ways...

I have never liked football, but it used to be just a passive, don't-really-give-a-darn dislike. Every year around Super Bowl time, however, it seems like people get worse and worse, making it so that I truly dread this time of year.  I found out yesterday that the local football team has made the Super Bowl again. Great. Now I get to dread that weekend more than usual.

Years ago my husband worked for a major company in their security department. His friend 'P' asked if he could fill in for 'P' for Super Bowl Sunday so that 'P' could see the game. My husband feels the same way about football as I do, so he thought, "Hmmm...'P' gets to see the game, I get paid overtime...BONUS!!!"

My husband was Officer In Charge. One of the other officers asked if he could listen to the game on the radio. My husband said, "On 2 conditions: I don't want to hear about it, and don't let it interfere with your work."

I am NOT kidding when I say that the other officer called my husband EVERY 10 MINUTES with game updates! I know this because my husband called home at one point, and during a 15-minute conversation, the guy called twice! My husband told him every time, "Stop calling me. I don't care!"

Later a few emergencies came up. All the time my husband was trying to deal with the fire emergency and another officer who had a death in the family, the guy called, interrupting, a number of times.  My husband handled these emergencies, then found the other guy and took his radio.

A few other things happened as well. When my husband complained to his boss, his boss actually said, "YOU should be more sympathetic; it's not every year [our local team] makes the Super Bowl!" and got a red mark on his record!

Fast forward to just a few years ago. Once again the local team made the SB. One day we needed to go shopping. My husband and I, and our 2-year-old daughter (and I was about 7-8 months pregnant) were shopping. My husband was wearing his favorite sweatshirt, a shirt that his father, who had died a few years earlier, had given him.  As we're shopping, people are giving us dirty looks and making rude, snide comments. Some people purposely bumped into us, without even a feigned apology. One guy threatened to beat my husband up!

My husband didn't know it (he really doesn't follow any sport but NASCAR), but the shirt he was wearing just happened to have the logo of the OTHER SB team for that year!

Just last year my husband came home from work and told me this: His relief asked my husband if he was working SB Sunday. My husband said no. The relief said, "Then you get to watch the Super Bowl!" My husband said that he wasn't; he wasn't into it. The relief said, "That's unAmerican!!!"

Excuse me? UNAMERICAN???

There are a lot of other reasons for me to dislike the "Stupid Bowl"...but these reasons are pretty hard to top. This SB Sunday after church my family is just going to go home and mind our own businesses...we won't even have the TV on.  There are a lot more interesting things going on than that piece of idiocy.  I only wish I could stop having it rammed down my throat at every turn.