If I See My Shadow On Super Bowl Sunday…

Happy Groundhog Super Bowl Sunday, Modern Philosophers!

I’m not sure if Groundhog Day and the Super Bowl have ever fallen on the same day before today, and the interns are too lazy to research that, so I guess I’ll never know.

Today is also a palindrome, so it could all be a perfect storm meaning the world is about to end.  Then again, it could just be any old Sunday.

Do you remember, back in the old days, when I used to get all pumped up for the Super Bowl?  I’d buy tons of football snacks, watch all the pregame shows to get me properly hyped, and then excitedly look forward to both the game and the cool commercials.

I’m not sure what happened, but I’m not at all excited about the game.  I bought a bag of chips and some dip, just watched a three hour Doctor Who Christmas Special (David Tennant’s last episode, which means Amy Pond is on her way!), and I tweeted that the over/under on how many times I fall asleep before the start of the third quarter is 2.5.

Here’s a tip for all you gamblers out there: Take the over!  In fact, I’m lucky if I don’t just go to bed at halftime.

I’m expecting an exciting game with lots of scoring, but they drag everything out, the halftime show is way too long, and I’ve been working crazy hours lately.  It’s a miracle I haven’t nodded off yet while writing this post.

A quick tangent to mention something about work.  I know I never talk about the non-writing gig anymore, but I got both a raise and a new title this week.

Guess I’ve earned the right to use that mug.

I was going to hold out for Duke of Hogwarts as my new title, but realized that Queen Elizabeth would not be amused.  So I went for something less Royal Family, and more looks good in my email signature.

But enough about what I do to supplement my writing income.  Let’s get back to this whole Super Bowl thing.

Maybe I’d care more about the game if the Jets were playing, but we all know that’s not going to happen in my lifetime.  There’s a better chance that Amy Pond will show up on the front porch of The House on the Hill in the TARDIS to transport me back to watch the Jets win Super Bowl III.

If that happened, I can guarantee I would stay up for the entire game!

As for loading up on football snacks with the game, that doesn’t make any sense when I’m trying to get into shape.  I’ve gone for long runs the last two days, and I’m thrilled to report that the running path along the river is passable again.

This is Maine, though, which means a blizzard could close down my favorite running route again at any time.  I’m not going to worry about that, however, and just keep running.

It also doesn’t make sense to load up on junk food during the first half of the game, and then go to sleep with all those calories looking to do serious damage to my metabolism.

I guess all that’s left to do now is go outside and look for my shadow.  I can’t remember if seeing it is a good or a bad thing.

I’m simply going to hope for the option that sends Snow Miser packing on an early Spring Break.

Here’s hoping it’s a good game.  At least the first half.

Do you still get excited for the Super Bowl?  Do you plan to watch the entire game?  If you do, could you please post the final score in the comments?  Thanks!