Up until this day, one of the biggest sport events in the world had slipped by me unnoticed. I am of course talking about the Super Bowl. American football never really had my interest, but I decided such a big sport event could not pass by unnoticed again. Thus, I decided to stay up to see “what the fuzz is about”, and boy what a show it was. As a complete novice to the game, basically all I knew was that team A had to run to one side and team B to the other side, I went in completely blank not knowing what to expect at all. Or well, that is not entirely true. Considering the fact it is American, I was quite sure it would be over the top spectacular.
My evening started off as any regular Sunday evening, I watched the Dutch football games, or soccer just to be clear, followed by a talkshow about those games and then onward to the BBC for the games in the English premier league. Up until that point I had no idea I would be up until 4:30 AM to watch a genuine, American testosterone fest (how they decided to match that up with an actress/singer of Glee is completely besides me by the way). Obviously a game doesn’t have quite the excitement if you don’t have a team to root for, so without any background knowledge of either club and their players, I went with the Packers.
With my throat aching, my balls tingling, and my fists clenched I sat down ready to shout at the television and throw my drink across the room. (Un)fortunately, because of the fact that everybody else in the house was sleeping, that didn’t happen. Nonetheless, the game was very exciting and without any reference material I dare to say this game had every ingredient to make it a real cracker. A dramatic build up of points, momentum shifts, injuries, foals, great passes, not so great passes, amazing rushes, basically everything to make it an exciting spectacle that won’t soon be forgotten.
However, during halftime, the Black Eyed Peas pulled off what was perhaps the biggest achievement of the entire evening. They messed up so bad…even autotune couldn’t cover up their cock ups. In fact, they were so horrific…that Janet Jackson was already running down the stands, trying to intervene by flashing her boobs, again. Luckily for them, she got lost.
As the game went onwards it became clear that this game would have me glued to the television until the end, even though my alarm was set for 7:30 AM. Amazingly, after four hours I was neither bored nor did I learn any of the rules. What I did learn, however, was that this sport event truly is an amazing experience and it already got me excited for the next Super Bowl. Go Packers!
