Modern Warfare

As you may know, yesterday was the annual occurrence of one of the great cultural touchstones in North American human society, The Super Bowl.

As you may not know, which I was very surprised to learn myself, April hates the Super Bowl. Not only does she not care to watch the sport of football, but she finds the ceremony surrounding the bowl game tedious. This all made for a very awkward Sunday when I assisted my neighbors Charles and Alice in hosting their annual Super Bowl party.

I will admit, I am not familiar with the teams, so I had no investment in who was playing, but I find the cultural event fascinating. The game of football itself is a wonderfully adept interpretation of classical warfare, with one side gaining or losing ground to their opponent until they reach their goal. Also, the social aspect is unparalleled in showing the community and rivalry in human nature. Then, there is the commerce. I do quite enjoy the fuss around all these commercials.

Admittedly, I can understand April’s point about the futility of it all to some degree. I suppose if one does not care for the game, this being a matter of pure taste, that the point of attending a day long event in celebration of that game is meaningless.

Still, this did take away my time from April over the weekend, and I later realized that it has been exactly one year since our first kiss, an anniversary that it apparently quite important to her. Not that it is not meaningless to me as well, but I am not used to marking time in such a way. She has not expressed so, but she seems to be looking for some indication of what my plans to celebrate Valentine’s Day with her are. This I still need to figure out, so I have been attempting to avoid the subject. I am hoping I can come up with something unique in order to surprise her.

Romance is complicated. Football is not.