In Sunday's Super Bowl, Seahawks Head Coach Pete Carroll completely underestimated the New England Patriots. After all, his team just needed to advance the ball only one yard and it seemed that the Vince Lombardi Trophy was coming back to Seattle.
I do not usually go to the Super Bowl game in person. But when I heard a few days before the game that Super Bowl tickets were going for $8,000 due to ticket broker overselling, I began to wonder. At that price, it must really be worth it!
A recent online domestic violence ad promoted by women's advocacy group, Ultraviolet, features a woman on a football field being tackled by a player.
If none of this is working for you, continue nodding and being polite, offering all the uptight, nervous pacing men (and other guests who come in late) your spot on the sofa. Do this until every seat in the house is taken and you have to sit on the toilet in the bathroom. Bring guacamole.
My partner Randy died of ALS nearly a year ago. His fight was a long one -- nine years. We moved to Boston from New York City in 2008 and soon thereafter Randy became a Patriots fan.
Calling it inexplicable would be kind. Calling it the worst decision in Super Bowl history would about fit.
I should start by saying I'm not a football fan. It's only fair to say that first. So don't fill the comments with that observation; I'm owning that fact up front. However, I'm a homie fan -- I love where I live, and I love local pride.
I revere football because it provides an opportunity in pop culture to wrestle with the complexity of identity. It is often through football, for instance, that TV's Glee confronts gender, sexuality, and marginality.
When you sit down to enjoy the Super Bowl, enjoy a healthy side of irony with your wings. In much of Europe, soccer embraces a rapacious form of capitalism that would make Mitt Romney blush, whereas in the U.S., the NFL eschews the blue and white heat of high finance for a philosophy that is tinged with more than a touch of red.
I'm not sure when females liking football became some rare disease that afflicts only remote sections of our population, but I've actually lost count of how many men, and yes women, are mystified by me. I'm talking about my sincere love for the game of football.
That's the power of what ifs -- their capacity to create never-ending questions. Never-ending questions can rob you of a sense of closure and, robbed of closure, people find it difficult to move on.
The muck in question isn't even Democratic muck. It's purely conservative and Republican mudslinging, at a person who used to be put on a pretty tall pedestal in Republicanland: Sarah Palin.
As another Super Bowl comes and goes, this time amidst a clamor over deflated footballs, I have to say I am happy to be living and working in a major metropolitan area that is still, for the moment, an NFL-Free Zone.
Why serve square or circle pizza when you can shape it like a football?
Whether I'm creating campaigns for Marriott to reach Generation Y, or selling solar water heaters in impoverished African villages, I view the challenges in my life as if they were playing out on an imaginary football field.
What if football were more like modern medicine? Perhaps the only way to advance down the field would be to renounce all progress to date and start again each time at the 20-yard line. You never get to build on your prior gains. That seems a dubious game to me.