The soup was much better
Fri, 02/07/2014 - 10:16am admin
I read somewhere that last Sunday’s Super Bowl was the most watched TV show in U.S. history.
According to the Nielsen ratings, 111.5 million viewers tuned in to watch the game.
I wasn’t one of them.
Well, sort of.
Unlike many football fans - and their families, Super Sunday isn’t as special to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I like football. I’ve been a Vikings fan since the 1970s - long before I moved to Minnesota.
I was a Fran Tarkenton fan when I first started watching football as a youngster in New Jersey, He played for the Giants back then, but went back to Minnesota in 1972 and finished his career here in 1978.
I have remained a Vikings fan even after “Scrambling Fran” retired, and I still watch games on TV when I’m home and not doing something else.
But I’m not a die-hard football fan. I usually don’t watch other teams play each other - unless it’s a close game in the closing minutes. Or if I’m surfing channels and can’t find anything else decent on TV.
I wasn’t really interested in who won last Sunday. I like Peyton Manning as a quarterback. He’s definitely not a scrambler, but he knows the game as well as any quarterback I’ve seen, which makes the game interesting.
Last Sunday, I knew the kickoff was 5:30 p.m., although for millions of football fans, the “game” starts much earlier with TV coverage of fans, players and lots of other hype.
Lots of people make it a party day, which is a good excuse for staying inside and eating - and drinking and eating.
That comes in handy here in Minnesota, especially when it’s below zero outside.
I spent most of Super Bowl Sunday in bed with chills and muscle aches. It wasn’t the flu. I’m not sure exactly what I had, but after lots of rest it eventually worked its way through my system.
Finally, at just after 5:30, I climbed out of bed, turned on the TV and went into the kitchen to heat up some soup.
The phone rang, and I spoke with a friend for about 25 minutes. When I finally got back to the TV carrying my re-heated bowl of soup, I realized I hadn’t even turned on the channel for the game.
When I did, there was a commercial on, and when the game came back on, the score was already 15-0 in favor of Seattle.
I changed the channel and watched something else for awhile before switching back to the game.
It was halftime; 22-0.
Again I went channel surfing while the rest of the world watched the halftime show.
I can’t even remember what I watched, but I was sure I’d missed most of the third quarter before switching back to the game.
I didn’t. The second half had just started and the TV announcers were talking about the opening kickoff return for a touchdown by former Viking Percy Harvin.
Score, 29-0. Time to change channels again.
I kept surfing with the remote for almost an hour, stopping at different channels for a few minutes at a time. Since I was hoping Manning might stage a late-game comeback for the Broncos, I’d switch to the game every so often.
Score, 36-0. Back to the remote control again.
Finally, I dozed off and awoke a few hours later to see the final score, 43-8.
I guess technically, Nielsen can count me as one of millions of viewers who had the game on.
But I think I spent more time on my bowl of soup than I did on the Super Bowl.