How the Super Bowl Won’t Change My Life
So Tony left, a trail of relief falling behind him as he walked en route to my front door.
God, I wish he’d take a hint.
The sounds of overpaid commercials and football are filtering up the stairs, even penetrating the Indie that seems to perpetually pour from my speakers. I mean, I have no real problem with football. It just doesn’t pique my curiosity.
Well, the sport itself. What does intrigue me is the tendency it has of bringing this culture together. Ten minutes ago, I was actually sitting in a room with my family. No one was bickering, no one was upset. We all were content with staring at a television.
It’s been two hours, and I hardly noticed the passing time.
I had to stifle a laugh as the camera zoomed out of the stadium and the words “myspace.com” decorated the bottom of the screen in glowing red letters. There was no real joke to it; the scene was just so iconoclast of our culture. Football and MySpace, consumerism and, well, laziness.
For once, I’m content.
The only problem I’m having is this:
This whole blog post has been nothing but observations. I mean, can’t seem to do anything with the information I spend so much time gathering.
Maybe someday I can do something with it…
Until then, give me a reason to keep thinking.
Read this, please…
