Big Game Sunday (as all the non-paying advertisers refer to the Superbowl) is a tricky day, apparently. I never realized that my background makes me expect one specific type of gathering. That’s the kind where there are a TON of people and only about a third of them are actually watching the game. The rest are talking, laughing, playing card games, entertaining kids, and all have stories to share (even the game-watching ones).
There are other kinds of crowds, though, as I learned this week. There’s the type that just doesn’t watch at all. We’ve fallen into this group in the past, except it’s not so much a “group” as just us staying at home and not caring about the game.
Then there’s the crowd where EVERYONE sits and watches the game intently, without speaking. The whole thing. No talking. At all. Complete silence. Are you getting this? It’s quiet.
I am not that kind of person. I talk in meetings. I talk at funerals. I talk in movies (I know, it’s bad). So to sit in someone’s home, on a comfy couch, with food on my lap and nice people all around and NOT TALK is pretty much torture. Actual torture. I feel the discomfort physically.
Lesson learned: for Big Game Sunday, stick with a raucous group. Amen.