February, for whatever reason is blessed with several big events when it comes to trophies and red carpet events. It’s the end of the film and tv award season, ending with the Oscars. It’s also the end of football season, ending with the Superbowl. The Superbowl is one of those events were sports fans and non-sports fans alike, gather, eat copious amounts of junk food and watch the TV for two reasons. 1) To watch the championship football game and 2) to watch the commercials.
This sounds silly, I know – especially to those who have never witnessed such an event. The commercials. Once a year companies pay an obscene amount of money to show 30 seconds of advertising during peak commercial breaks throughout the game and then the public review and scrutinize them for months afterwards. Get ready for a lot of puppies, scantily clad men and women, cars and lots and lots of beer.
Usually, I’m more of a college football fan, but when your local professional team makes to the Superbowl for the second straight year after winning the year before (for the first time ever), it’s a pretty big deal. In fact, it’s a huge deal and one can’t help but jump on the bandwagon. Don’t get me wrong, I love the professional football but until I started playing Fantasy Football two season ago, I’d never been this devout a fan. And when I say devout, I mean that I pay attention to scores and best players each week, but I still don’t watch very many games.
So for those who have no idea what this game is about, here you are. The basics of American football:
Yes, the pace is a little fast, but I love the graphics and it explains the whole thing so well in such a brief amount of time that you really have to admire this little short. I could have used this back in high school when I was moving back to the US and really didn’t have much of an idea of what happens in a football game.
I am going to miss football season when it’s over tomorrow, but then I can move on to other things. Like hockey! And hopefully, with my fingers and toes crossed, winter will finally come and we’ll finally get our usual snowfall in the mountains so that I can hit the slopes. This is the first time in a long time that I’m able to head to the mountains for ski season and we’re having a severe shortage of snow during this very mild Pacific Northwest winter. Humph.
Come back next week for the first of the “Championship” series. Until then… GO HAWKS!