Pregame coverage has been hard to miss. Seems everyone has been reporting and speculating on everything from Vegas odds to outrageous ticket prices; from deflate-gate to commercials. The stores are packed with people stocking up on beer, soda, potato chips and the like. People are wearing team gear and gathering to watch the game. I almost feel like I should care, but I don't.
Maybe I could get excited if hubby was a big fan of one of the teams playing, or if the game didn't go on for over 3 hours, or if I felt like the NFL was a good organization. As it is, I just can't get into it.
Sitting on the couch this afternoon, trying to recover from yet another migraine, I sort of feel like a grouchy old woman complaining about the world around her. I would even bet most people would find me a real buzz-kill. But the truth is, I just don't have the energy to get excited about these sorts of cultural events anymore. Living with chronic migraines and fibromyalgia has forced me to edit my life. I simply can't take part in most of our social and cultural norms. I must carefully select what I do, only the most important events making the cut.
The Super Bowl just doesn't make the cut.