By Graham "GSM" Matthews
For as long as I can remember, I never made an effort to watch the Super Bowl. Outside of pro wrestling, I have never been a fan of any sports, but I don't have anything against them. They're simply not my thing (I played baseball for several years as a kid for recreation, but fell out of it by high school when I realized it wasn't what I was passionate about it). Then again, most people who watch Super Bowl couldn't give a crap about the game or football in general; they're just watching for the commercials. Hasn't it been proven that most of the millions of viewers that the game gets aren't even fans? Anyway, I wasn't among those people because I never bothered to watch at all.
Whenever my friends and family went out to watch the game and invited me to tag along, I declined and opted to stay home. I know it sounds stupid, but why go to a viewing party if I'm not going to enjoy it? That never made any sense to me since I'd stay home and find something more productive to do (plus, I'd get the house all to myself; who doesn't love that?). Well, for the first time in many years, I watched the game last year, though I probably wouldn't have if my college roommate didn't. He wasn't a football fan, either, as he was watching only for the Red Hot Chilli Peppers (he was a huge fan) during the halftime show. I watched most of the game, enjoyed a few of the commercials and even found myself hoping the Broncos wouldn't score so we'd get the first total blowout in Super Bowl history. I wasn't blown away by my Super Bowl viewing experience that year, but it was enjoyable.