I love Super Bowl week, I mean love it, it’s probably for me the best sporting week of the year, from reading updated injury reports everyday to listening to every podcast possible throughout the week, to looking at betting on every single prop bet I can get my grubby little hands on. I’m also absolutely certain that Travis Kelce, Mike Evans and Tyreek Hill to score a touchdown at 7’s is going to make me some money this week.
On Sunday, Tom Brady’s Tampa Bay Buccaneers will try to dethrone the all conquering Kansas City Chiefs, with the game starting at 11.30pm in the UK is going to be a long night, and I can’t fucking wait.
It also happens to be the one night of the year you can pretend to be American, much like the Americans do for Paddy’s Day. All the chatter is about what American snacks you’ve got in, did you get the massively over priced snack helmet from Lidl, yes I did since you ask, the blue one, with the two NFL stickers to lovingly put on it. Are you drinking this brand of American weak piss tasting beer or that brand of the same piss tasting weak beer. If you’ve been watching every week then just, for fuck sake do the same thing you do every week, nobody cares about your Super Bowl party or what you’ve ordered in for the momentous occasion.
Also while you’re at it, if you don’t really like the NFL but “I always watch the Super Bowl” then fuck off too, if you haven’t put in the hard yards through the year, you should be banned from the show piece. No you don’t get to watch the half time show, no you don’t get to watch it, it’s not for you.
That Sunday evening at the start of February makes way for the worst Monday morning of them all, after 17 regular season weeks, 3 weeks of play off football, waking up with a banging headache because you’ve not had enough sleep is ok because you have all week to look back and then look forward to another Sunday night, after the afternoon nap, getting your bets on and knowing that nobody is going to talk to you, or disturb you from “7 hours of commercial free football” then the tactical shower before the Sunday night game.
But the Monday after Super Bowl hits differently, I wake up with a banging headache just like the pervious weeks, I’ve lost money like the pervious weeks, but instead of being able to revel in the fact that it’s a fresh week and its start all over again, it leaves a big empty touchdown-less void. The denial starts, what am I going to do? I put on a repeat of a regular season game, watch a quarter and think shit I don’t care. I miss it’s when it’s not there, the endless podcasts walking around the house ignoring the Mrs and the kids, the story lines and the narratives that change on a weekly basis, it plays a big part In my life and I’ll be sorry to see it go for a long few months.
Enjoy this week for what it is, it’s absolutely fantastic, but beware of the scary Monday that follows, and once again if you haven’t put in the hours and just want Super bowl glory, go and fuck yourselves.
Cheers, The Fat Man
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