Nope. I didn't watch it. I've never watched superbowls. Or televised football, baseball, soccer, hockey, basketball, or any other professional team sport. I never watch ESPN. I do watch and love the Olympics and sometimes a rising tennis star will catch my attention (not easy to do, since I don't read the sports sections of newspapers) and motivate me to watch televised tennis. I have several times been glued to the broadcast of the French bicycle competition--now, what is it called? I rode horses for a time, and loved horse competitions. My wife loves me, I mean, really loves me, not just tolerates me, for this quirk in my personality.
Why? Oh, the usual reasons, I suppose; but I've not been psychoanalyzed, so I can't be sure. Annoyance with working class high school jock culture. Rebellion against father, who had been an outstanding local athlete in faraway New England village. And then, there were the women of the arts, whom I first met in college. I loved--I should say, I love--the women musicians, dancers, artists, and writers who hung around concert halls, galleries, museums, and studios. I fell in love with my first wife listening to her play the piano in an empty, darkened university concert hall. I fell in love with my second wife at a polo match. There you go. Pattern affirmed.
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