(All right, I know I have people outside the U.S. who follow this blog. Bear with me for the moment. The Superbowl is the final game of the American football (not soccer) season, between the two top teams in the two conferences.)
And I don’t even care about football. (Or soccer, either.) I wasn’t going to bother watching this game, not even for the commercials. (Which are always notoriously expensive and creative, and are only shown this one time.) And I didn’t watch the first half; it’s all my husband’s fault, really. Because I couldn’t help hearing the commentary while he watched, and the first half was a real back-and-forth dogfight. So after we ate, I sat down to watch a few minutes of the second half.
If you were watching too, you understand why I never escaped, never even stood up, until the game was over. If the first half was unpredictable, the second half was a thrill show of contested calls (Did he have both feet on the ground within bounds?? Well, yeah.) and unexpected turnovers and heartstopping drives, right down to the last five seconds when the entire game turned on a gap of inches between ball and reaching hands.
I don’t care about football. But everybody likes suspense and drama. Wow.