Psychology of People Who Don't Obsess Over Sports
Psycholody Simplified
My wife is also a sports fan, though she is not nearly as much of a fanatic as Busted's is.
We watched the game, or most of it anyway. It's gotten to be that it's almost as important as Christmas or the Fourth of July. I still kind of wiped out from my excursion into Oxy land, so I was content to just sit there and watch it flow by. We watched the broadcast version, for free, using an antennae. All those fancy services fell on their face when the big day arrived. I would say bad things about them but it's not worth the effort, and what would it gain me?
Most of the game involved kicking - punts and field goals. It wasn't until the second half that anyone started making any touchdowns. Many of the Patriot's quarterback's passes seemed off the mark - sometimes too long, sometimes not accurate.
I caught a few minutes of the halftime show. It looked they imported a small forest onto the infield. Bad Bunny was singing in Spanish, and the tune was meh. Did nothing for me. I went and got something to eat.

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