Taking football an order of magnitude too seriously
I was having breakfast in an Upper West Side eatery a little after 12 o’clock noon. Three big TV sets were playing on the wall opposite our table. On all of them, huge men, white and black but mostly black, were discussing, with tremendous energy and passion, the Super Bowl. The Super Bowl was not to start until 6 p.m.. Evidently the pre-game shows were to go on for six hours.
This Super Bowl madness is not, as some believe, a sign of the wonderful vitality of our society, but of a hypertrophy that presages its decline and disintegration.
For whatever good it will do, I hereby declare VFR a Super Bowl-free zone.