Nevdogg Note: Last year, I wrote a blog talking about how Super Bowl parties had devolved into a mess of people who don't even like football getting together to eat healthy, organic food. A sickening trend indeed. Because the Super Bowl is this Sunday and because my opinion hasn't changed since last year, I decided to repost my 2008 blog on the subject. Enjoy, and please: If you're at a Super Bowl party and don't like football or potato chips, be silent. Because believe me, no one who is into the game wants to hear what you have to say. :-)
When I was growing up, we watched the Super Bowl on Super Bowl Sunday.
Let me say that again.
When I was growing up, we watched the Super Bowl on Super Bowl Sunday.
As in, we watched the game. We had a vested interest in the outcome. We knew what was going on. We knew which teams were actually playing.
Many of you (myself included) will be going to a Super Bowl party this Sunday. I was speaking to several of my co-workers recently, and here were some of their Super Bowl comments:
I don't even like football that much.
I'm just going for the commercials.
Who is playing again?
I'm making hummus!!
My point is: Somewhere along the line, the dynamics of Super Bowl parties changed. It no longer became about the game. It was about being trendy, with it, a part of the scene.
When you go to your event on Sunday, 90% of the people present will be there simply because "it's the thing to do." And the 10% who actually want to focus on the game will be forced to listen to things like, "Why are they wearing red uniforms? It clashes with their helmets."
And let me say something about the food.
When I was a kid, Super Bowl parties consisted of three things:
Pizza.
Chips.
Pepsi.
Simple. Direct. Manly.
With today's Super Bowl parties, it's like being on an episode of Iron Chef. Homemade brownies. Sweet and sour chicken. Chex.
(Freakin' Chex.)
And no more Pepsi, folks. Because God forbid we should have regular soda and all those empty calories. Diet Pepsi is now the beverage of choice.
And pizza?
"Oh God, that's so 1980s!!" I heard someone recently declare.
And then there's my personal favorite:
The veggie tray.
Because at one point, some patrons of these parties who had never seen a football in their lives were aghast that there were no healthy vegatables at these things and bitched and moaned until someone raced out to the market and got a veggie tray just to shut them up.
And because of that, veggie trays and the Super Bowl are now linked. For better or worse.
I was asked to bring a veggie tray this year.
The cost: $10.
$10 for a couple of carrots and a teensy bit of special "veggie dip" that's...green.
Oh well.
At least veggie trays are American.
Unlike hummus.
And now for this week's:
SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE
I had the following conversation with someone the other day:
Person: I have a chia pet.
Nev: That's nice.
Person: Its name is Pickles.
Sometimes, I wonder about people...
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That is hilarious! I was also asked to bring a veggie tray and I don't like it! I would rather bring potatoe skins or macho nachoes or anything other than veggies! Plus, it's expensive!
Veggie tray. No fucking way! If you want veggies, order a fucking veggie pizza like a good American.
Of course our Superbowl party consisted of Chili with melted cheddar cheese, a side of home made beer bread, and then some blondies with M&M's and chocolate ice cream.
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