Sunday is Super Bowl XXXVIII. The AFC Champion New England Patriots are taking on the NFC Champion Carolina Panthers in Houston, Texas. I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself.
Sarcasm doesn't translate well to the written word. I should point out the aforementioned expression of my excitement was written with my tongue firmly in my cheek. I don't find this match-up intriguing in the least. There's nothing I can sink my teeth into. Where's the interesting angle? Where's the rooting interest? I don't give a rat's ass about these two teams.
Admittedly, I'm not the world's biggest football fan. It ranks as my fourth favourite sport to watch on television and follow in the papers. Still, I typically get pretty up around Super Bowl Sunday. This year, not so much. I'll probably still watch, but only in the hopes it's an exciting game that comes down to the wire. If a team goes up by more than two possessions, I might bail.
