My Super Bowl / One Good Thing
Losing makes philosophers out of all of us
[Young Amy, football cheerleader, 1975]
A note about Sunday’s Super Bowl.
My husband and I are NOT televised sports fans.
[Truly, I remember more sideline cheers from my brief career as a high school cheerleader than I do football plays.]
We proved our amateur status in embarrassing fashion on Sunday night, when we Googled which channel we should use to stream the Eagles vs Kansas City Super Bowl.
The choices offered were daunting. Fox Sports, which could be found on both Hulu and Pluto.tv. YouTube. Also something named Tubi.
We finally found a channel, downloaded the app, and with great intensity watched the first half of Super Bowl LVII.
Super Bowl LVII.
In our defense, the last time I’ve attempted to decode Roman numerals was when I first learned about them, in elementary school.
Bruno and I really got into the game — hooting and hollering and cheering for the Eagles. (Our choice to root for the Eagles was fairly random, based mainly on the fact that Philadelphia is a half-day driving distance from our house.)
GO EAGLES!!
The first clue that all was not quite right: No ads. Where were the Clydesdales? Where were the busty burger-eating babes?
The game we were watching seemed compressed. Highlighty.