I confess to a lifelong weakness for the US interpretation of 'football'. It lacks the artistic grace of the true game, but there is a certain brutal logic to its gameplay which I do find quite compelling. (And it is undeniably tailor-made for watching at home on TV, with its short, intensive bursts of action regularly punctuated by long breaks to allow you to visit the fridge... or the toilet... and even to put together a snack from time to time...)
I became hooked as a youngster back in the late '70s and early '80s; and it soon became an annual ritual of mine to stay up until the wee small hours of Monday morning enjoying the season's climax in the Super Bowl (ah, those were the days when I could still function, sort of, on only 3 or 4 hours' sleep!). Since I moved out to East Asia nearly a quarter of a century ago, I have found the timezone much more congenial for watching the season finale (though finding television coverage, often much more of a challenge!), and my ritual has evolved into embracing the pretext for a once-a-year-indulgence in getting drunk at breakfast time. (I have been mostly a freelancer, so can set my own working schedule. And even in those infrequent spells when I have had some kind of straight job, the Bowl usually conveniently coincides with the Chinese Lunar New Year celebrations - so I've had days off anyway. Oh joy!)
Young Patrick Mahomes has already established himself alongside some of the historic greats like Joe Montana and Peyton Manning, and looks like he might one day start putting the ridiculous records of Tom Brady under pressure. Seeing if he can record another win is worth getting up at 6 in the morning for!! And my fridge is well-stocked with beer...
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