Super Bowl? Toilet Bowl...

Just got in from shovelling the driveway. If you look at Environment Canada's Kitchener-Waterloo website, it'll tell you we got 20 mm of rain yesterday. I'm here to tell you that that was pretty heavy, white rain. More like 20 cm worth, actually. It was so heavy that it was nearly impossible to shovel. What I actually did, most of the time, was scoop and carry.
I'm sore, I'm stiff, and I'm definitely out of practice when it comes to shovelling snow. This marks only the second time this season I've had to do it.
Global warming? Well, my little piece of the globe is warming, that's for sure. So far this winter, we've had exactly three days with below normal temperatures. The thermometer hasn't touched -20 yet; I rather doubt it will. I am a bit concerned about July, though. The first half of last summer was almost unbearable. I'm hoping we don't see a repeat.

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY.

If there's anything I care less about, I can't think of what it might be.

I'm sort of a strange animal when it comes to sports. I consider myself a rabid hockey fan, but the truth is I'm more of a rabid Toronto Maple Leafs fan: even with the Stanley Cup at stake, I won't go out of my way to watch any other team--and I'll be the first to admit that the Leafs won't be playing for the Stanley Cup any time soon. That doesn't lessen my devotion to the team, however.
I like baseball, but, again, I'm more of a Blue Jays fan. I can certainly appreciate the exploits of players on other squads, but actually make time to watch them? Not likely.
I tolerate basketball (and wouldn't you know it, the sport never crossed my radar until the Toronto Raptors joined the NBA?) But I'm likely to only watch the sport in snippets, between all the time-outs.
As for football...you'd have to pay me to watch that.
And in case you're wondering, I have seen a game live (the 1991 Vanier Cup: Wilfrid Laurier 25, Mount Allison 18), so I can't fall victim to the "how do you know you don't like it if you've never even watched it" people.
Truth be told, my dislike of football is a bit hard to articulate, and that's bothering me. You see, I'm the sort of person who insists on a reason for people feeling the way they do. You don't like something? Fine. Tell me why. And I have trouble doing that when it comes to football.
After all, football is basically hockey without skates (and with a lot more players on the field at any given time). The puck is a ball, and you kick or throw it instead of slapping it with a stick.
Okay, I cringe at the brutality of football, even as I acknowledge hockey has its share of the same. I think, if I'm being honest with myself, the main reason I hate football so much is that the sort of people who play it are also the sort of people who used to beat the crap out of me.

I understand the rudiments of the game. I appreciate the athleticism. And blah, blah, blah...
Even if Toronto should realize its dream of acquiring an NFL franchise--they've been clamoring for one almost as long as they've been frantically insisting they're a 'world class city'--I won't cheer for it.

So as a total outsider, I regard this whole Super Bowl thing with large doses of amusement mixed with contempt. I have been told by many football fanatics that the game itself is usually devoid of drama. Of course, that hardly matters. It's still the perfect excuse for an entire week of hype. My God, people are even babbling about the commercials. Commercials, you know, the things that nobody watches anymore, thanks to their remote controls and PVRs? Further proof that the game is the furthest thing from people's minds came in 2004 with the infamous wardrobe malfunction. A nipple was visible for an instant on national television. From the reaction, you would think that nobody had ever seen one of those before. This happened during the halftime show and had nothing to do with the game at all. Halftime show? Isn't halftime when you get up and stretch, hit the can, go out to the kitchen and get some munchies?
Apparently not. Shania Twain's album sales increased by 58% the week after she appeared at the halftime show in 2002. Okay, everybody! Shania's been legitimized! It's okay to buy her album now!
Puh-leeze.
Television networks take for granted that anyone with a testicle will watch the Super Bowl, and so schedule all manner of overtly ovarian fare opposite the game. That doesn't appeal to me, either. I guess I'll be reading a book tonight...which means I won't be calling in "sick" tomorrow.