Sunday, February 3, 2013

Super Bowl Ennui

Sometime I feel like a not very serious Jew on Christmas on Super Bowl Sunday.  I don’t begrudge every one having a good time.  I know the songs and will sing along.  I might even put up a tree for the kids.  But my heart really isn’t in it.
Lest you think I am one of those effete snobs who disdain sports and mocks popular culture while pretending only be interested obscure novels by lesbian hunch backs or festivals of avant-garde Montenegrin mid-century documentaries, I like baseball, hillbilly music, and the classic American sit-com.  And attractive women displaying their attributes.  I have hair on my chest, fire in the belly, and an occasional embarrassing stirring in my loins.
But I long ago lost what little interest I ever had in professional football.  Most years I can barely tell you who is playing in the Big Game unless the Chicago Bears are in it which seems to happen only ever couple of decades.  I can’t avoid the Bears.  They are the home team an on Sunday nights at the gas station where I work guys wander in various kinds of league approved apparel and expect me to engage in semi-knowledgeable conversation about the game.  I’ve learned to peek at the TV sports on my way out the door to check the score and maybe note one big play.
As cultural traditions go, the Super Bowl does not have an ancient pedigree, but in an astonishing few years it became a great American feast and festival day—the only one associated with neither a religious or secular holiday.  Only Thanksgiving is celebrated with more gatherings public and private followed at some distance by Christmas and further back yet by the summer cook-out occasions. 
In terms of economic impact it ranks well behind Christmas and hot on the tail of Thanksgiving and Halloween but greater than such gift giving occasions as Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and pitiful bring up the rear Father’s Day.  Among those cashing in on consumer spending are beer and spirits vendors, groceries and caterers, bars and restaurants, and providers of team apparel and licensed products.  In recent years the sales of large flat screen High Definition (HD) television sets have spiked sharply right before game day, although now that they have become ubiquitous in most homes, that trend is expected to taper off.  In addition advertising and promotional income surges for broadcasters and even hard pressed print media.  The economies of the host city and state are boosted as tens of thousands of visitors flood local hotels and entertainment spots for events that stretch out more than a week.
We are talking about a big frigin’ deal.  The origins were more humble. 
After reaching an agreement to fully merge eventually, the long established National Football League (NFL) and the upstart American Football League (AFL) began to meet for an inter-league championship game in January of 1967.  The first two games were utterly dominated by traditional NFL powerhouse Green Bay Packers let by the game’s most iconic coach, Vince Lombardi.  Held on neutral fields, both games had trouble attracting ticket buyers and the games were played in stadiums with lots of empty seats.  The early games failed to attract many TV viewers outside the markets of the contending teams failed to tune in expected numbers, largely because the older NFL was views as perpetually superior to the juvenile AFL.
At first simply called the NFL-AFL Championship Game, the owner of the Kansas City Chiefs, William Alexander is credited with coining the name Super Bowls by marring the established use of the word bowl for college post season games with Super, inspired by his children’s latest fad toy, the Super Ball.  The name caught on with the press before the second game in 1968. Reluctant owners finally agreed to make it the official name for the game in an attempt to hype interest in their floundering even.
Super Bowl III was the first to officially use the name and the first to use Roman Numerals. It is doubtful that they looked more than forty years into the future when Super Bowl logos would feature long strings of letters unfathomable to most Americans since Roman Numerals are now hardly taught in schools.
Any way it was not the numerals but the victory of the AFL New York Jets led by brash and flashy quarterback Broadway Joe Namath that really established the game in the public mind.  AFL teams were now competitive.
Not directly related to the game, the premier of Monday Night Football on ABC TV ushered in an era when football finally eclipsed baseball in popularity and became hailed as America’s Game with all of the macho and vaguely jingoistic swagger that the title inferred.
In the early years the Super Bowl was treated pretty much like any other game.  The half time entertainment was not much more elaborate than a major college game and featured acts like Up With People and was often not shown in their entirety to make room for chatter and game analyses by the announcers.  The National Anthem was likely to be performed by a college or military band or sung third tier performers like Anita Bryant.
I was personally unaware of all of these developments.  I don’t remember seeing that first championship game because I worked Sunday afternoons washing dishes at a Howard Johnson’s in Skokie.  I graduated high school that spring and for the next several years was either away at college or was making my way in Chicago as a cultural hippy and a radical activist.  I seldom had a TV set and my social circles were not much interested in pro football.
It wasn’t until 1974 that I attended my first Super Bowl party.  I was invited by a drinking buddy to attend an event in an apartment on the edge of Old Town attended mostly by off-duty bartenders and pub waitresses.  I was astonished to find the second floor flat jammed with scores of folks; a full size keg in a tub in the kitchen; a sideboard groaning under a huge collection of whisky, vodka, bandy, and wine bottles; pots of bubbling chili; and platters full of cold cuts, cheese and bread.  Some folks jammed around the one color TV set in the living room to watch the Miami Dolphins stomp the Minnesota Vikings, but others milled around the other rooks drinking, eating, passing joints, and making passes at each other.  The Super Bowl Party was already an established tradition.
Over the next several years I occasionally tagged along with friend to other parties.  Hell I was always up for a good party, even if the game itself was mystery to me.
By the 1980’s when I had gotten married and moved to the boonies of McHenry County the playoff format had expanded and League officials began trying to lure younger audiences with big name acts both for the Anthem and the half time shows.  TV began adding hours of pre-game programing and advertisers began showing off special commercial made just for the big game, like IBM’s famous take-off on Charlie Chaplain’s Modern Times.
In 1991 with the Gulf War on the game became a pageant of patriotism with for the first time a flyover by military jets, an all services Color Guard, and Whitney Houston’s famous rendition of the anthem.  After that there was no turning back.  The military became fixtures as did the custom of inviting divas and pop superstars.  The U.S. Army even became one of the games regular sponsors.
After the September 11th attack and during the Iraq and Afghan Wars the confabulation of the game with the military and hyper patriotism intensified.  The singing of God Bless America was added to the pre-game pageantry alongside the Anthem.
I sometimes went to a Party—my brother in law used to host one.  But except for Super Bowl XX when the Chicago Bears won I had next to no interest in the games themselves.
Since 2002 I have worked nights at gas stations as a second job on Super Bowl Sundays, the first few years on second shift during the game, and now of third shift meaning I sleep through the contest.  Perhaps that has contributed to my alienation.
During those years Super Bowl Sunday really became an all-purpose spectacle.  In addition to the high voltage entertainment, watching and rating the parade of clever new advertising became a major attraction.  So did stunts like the Bud Bowl, Puppy Bowl, and Lingerie Bowl as well as counter programing on other networks provide entertainment even for those not interested in the game.
This year I’m told that the Baltimore Ravens are playing the San Francisco Forty-Niners.  I’ve seen reports that the game is being hyped as reflecting the “national debate” about homosexuality and marriage equality because a Ravens player is an outspoken advocate for Gay Rights and a San Francisco star forgot what city he played for and came out with some incendiary anti-gay remarks.  Somehow I doubt that this hot topic will be settled by large men in armor crashing into each other.
If someone pins me down and demands to know where my allegiances lie this year, I may grudgingly go with Baltimore because I have friends there who do care.  Which will offend the only true football fan in my immediate family, Darlin’ Daughter #1 Carolynne who is inexplicably a 49’s fan despite coming from Chicago and living in Cheese Head territory.

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