AGE PROVIDED SUPER BOWL DRAMA

Did you know that only 39% of Americans regularly watch football?   If we’re in the other 61% who doesn’t, we’re ashamed  to admit it around this time of year.  Seems like  everyone you know  watches the Super Bowl in February.  It brings some excitement to an otherwise dreary month.  And then there are the parties—the drinking, cheering, eating and adrenalin rush when your team scores a touchdown.  Luckily, I married a man who shares my same interests, and neither of us has to pretend to like something we don’t.  But we always watch the Super Bowl, and yes, my husband does understand the game.  I was looking forward to it this year, because age  provided Super Bowl drama.

Here we had the Tampa Bay Buccaneer’s quarterback, 43 year old  Tom Brady,  pitted against a man who is young enough to be his son.  Would wisdom prevail? Does  experience matter?  Any of us who’ve experienced ageism in the workplace believe that it does.  And yet, we’re frequently pushed out by some recent college graduate who’s half our age.  Last night at the 2021 Super Bowl,  we  saw the battle of the ages played out before our very eyes.

Age provided super bowl drama/ 43 year old Brady against 25 year old Mahomes
Age provided Super Bowl Drama. 43 year Brady’s experience beat 25 year old Mahomes’ youth.

Betting odds on the afternoon before the game strongly favored youth.  They predicted an easy win for 25 year old quarterback Patrick  Mahomes, and the Kansas City  Chiefs.    But at the last minute, the big time gamblers put their money on Brady.

In a profession where physical fitness and agility is important, brains and wisdom may not win in the end.  Brady could  have stopped when he was at the top of his game.  But you have to admire his courage in sticking it out.  Are you  over the hill at 40?  Let’s hope not.

As it turned out, wisdom prevailed in the Super Bowl, with the Buccaneers  out thinking, out playing, their younger opponents.  Tom Brady deserves an award from AARP  for a win in the fight against ageism

WHY DON’T I LIKE FOOTBALL?

The Super Bowl is coming, and this is a very exciting event for most Americans.  Truthfully, I don’t even know what teams are playing this year.  Anyone with a life is either hosting or attending a party,  right?   In my younger days, I always attended these parties, feeling that  I had to feign interest while scarfing down a bunch of greasy, high calorie snacks.  What’s wrong with me?  Why don’t I like football?

Everyone has a superbowl party, but now everyone likes football
EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE FOOTBALL, YOU CAN ALWAYS ENJOY THE FOOD

Maybe it’s because I attended parochial schools for the first 12 years of my scholastic life.  At my Catholic girls’ school,  the nuns were more into Christian doctrine drills than football drills.

I didn’t play sports, and if I got sucked into some neighborhood game, I literally sucked.   The first time I got hit by a baseball was the last time I held a bat.    My interest in golf ended when i stood too close to someone swinging a club. This left me with a permanent scar on one eyebrow.  Once, some kids on my block decided we should all play football.  I got so confused that I walked to the park and played on the swings.

In college, I actually dated a football player for a while.  Not sure what that relationship was all about, but it didn’t last. (Dodged a bullet there.)  I went to a big ten school, and everyone in my dorm or sorority house went to the games.  I enjoyed that, because I had the place all to myself for a few hours.

I knew I should be more athletic, but it never worked out.   After college I tried to play tennis off and on through the years because it was the “in” thing to do and I thought it was an easy way to exercise.  I met some nice women who actually were good tennis players, but the most I  got out of the sport were some  cute tennis dresses which I later donated to the Goodwill.

In every job I ever held after college,  football  was very important.   Professional meetings never got off the ground until the discussion of last night’s game or this or that player had been thoroughly exhausted.  I tried to fit in by nodding and smiling but I don’t think I fooled anyone.

Fortunately, my husband of 31 years has little interest in sports.  He does root  for the Corn Huskers because of his home state, Nebraska.  And he  understands football, which helps me on the rare occasions when we do decide to watch.  Sometimes we get worked up about the Super Bowl, because there’s  an underdog that we’re rooting for.  Or, because we’re Hoosiers, we liked to brag about the Colts when they were in their heyday.

Some people don’t like football because the professionals make too much money.  I don’t really care what someone gets paid to get their head bashed, and it doesn’t bother me if they kneel during the national anthem.   It’s a brutal sport, and as far as I’m concerned, should be eliminated from all school athletic programs.

Happily, we are past the age where we get invited to Super Bowl parties..  Next Sunday, we’ll probably turn on the television for a while just to watch the commercials and halftime entertainment.  And then we’ll go back again toward the end of the game.  But the truth is, I’d rather read a good book