Point of View

There's football in town?

Imagine my surprise to learn that it is Super Bowl Sunday. Not only that, but we are hosting it this year at the new football stadium in Glendale, Arizona. Alright, so my male priorities are not typical and I could probably care less. I do, however at least know the names of the two teams playing, so a little credit please. I don’t ever recall a time in my life when sports was a factor in my day-to-day activities. I had other interests that kept me occupied that didn’t include “group” showers or sweaty guys patting me on the ass.
The whole stereo-typical gum-chewing-whistle-blowing-alpha-male type made me uncomfortable from an early age. I had always questioned the rational of all my class subjects if I felt they defied logic, so gym class was a natural target. As a young boy, my uncle would take me to the YMCA where he played handball. Despite his best efforts to get me involved, I never really took to that whole environment. His wife, my aunt, had a cure for my rebellious anti-sport attitude and often took me into the city for shopping and lunch. Now, there is something I can support. 
I guess I just don’t understand the logic of these very over-paid athletes and the importance our country places on their existence. They do not alter my life one way or another; don’t help me pay my bills no matter how much I cheer for them. It’s really not that noble of a pursuit. I suppose it is a matter of perspective. 
So, from my perspective, I will enjoy my cloudy day in the desert comfortably enjoying a book or movie and then hit the drums for a time. Ciao mi amico’s.