It depends on whether your team won or lost, whether or not you have the superbowl glow or ache. My team wasn’t in it this year, although I was rooting for the Cardinals. One team had been in 6 superbowls (and won 5) and one team had never been in a superbowl (and last played for the championship in 1947). So, really, who are ya gonna root for?
But why am I riffing on this here and now? Because it brings up something that used to amuse me and now kinda bugs me. For years I have been a music and film fanatic, and in regards to the former, actually make quite a bit of my own. But I’ve also been a pro sports fan, and football nut, for years and years as well.
So the sources of my amusement cum annoyance? A good friend of mine once said, “your love of football is your dirty little secret.” Which used to crack me up. But the more I thought about it, and looked at the reality around me, the more it bugged me. The idea that one likes the arts OR one like sports, and that never the two shall meet.
It’s always struck me as a particularly American idea. When I’ve travelled, to Europe, to South and Central America, to Asia, I’ve discovered that people seem to love both, unabashedly. Soccer Hooligans are notorious for the rioting, violence, and even stampedes that have killed people in stadiums. In South and Central America, players have received death threats for failing in big games. I seem to recall at least one murder carried out, and a suicide committed – presumably to avoid the murder and the shame – in the last 15 or so years that occured as a direct result of a championship final score.
So it’s not like people aren’t sports fanatics elsewhere the way we are in the States. And Bruce did play the halftime show. I’ve never been a big fan of the Boss, but the man does put on a helluva live show. So, with Prince, U2 and Aerosmith also appearing in recent years, the superbowl is starting to get it (don’t tell me you miss those Up With People halftime shows… or the Disney Review).
So, I once again ask my musician/artist friends to quit disdainfully dismissing sports and my sports friends to quit disdainfully dismissing “weirdo musics” , “ahtie films” and all that doesn’t involve explosions, touchdowns, or fake boobs.
There is merit in both places.