The Only Bowl I’ll See Is My Cereal Bowl
I have been meaning to post this ever since I saw the first bowl game being played on ESPN thanks to my gym, but I finally remembered to post about it today:
I don’t have to watch a bowl game this year for work! Yay! I don’t have sit through three hours of boredom just to count how many times Nike appears on some jock’s jersey. Hail, Atlantis! No bowls, no bowls, no bowls at all. No Dyn-o-mite! to ruin my holidays. No Independence Bowl, no Rose Bowl, no Chick-fil-A Peach Bowl (though I must admit–Chick-fil-A’s grilled chicken sandwich is very good, and at less than 300 calories, not a bad choice for lunch if you don’t get the fries). Per usual, I don’t give a flying fuck that Michigan’s going to the Rose Bowl. Sure, I was hoping that they’d beat Ohio State only because, c’mon, it’s Ohio State, and The Daily Show with John Stewart was just there, so they’ve had enough fun for one year. But now that that game has been decided and there’s not going to be a Round Two (thank God)? Who cares! In fact, dear Michigan: I hope you lose. Love you, though, Department of English Language and Literature.
It is, I must say, so nice to not have to watch sports for a living. It is, I must say, very nice to not have to watch sports at all (except for you, hockey, I love you, too).
