Televised sporting events sure make the harsh reality of time zones apparent. It never bothered us in the States, but exactly why does the Superbowl have to be on a Sunday night? Sunday afternoon or even any time at all on Saturday would be much better for those tenaciously clinging to their American Sports connections 7 time zones from Arizona.
Thanks to the most American of our British friends we made the most of the Superbowl here, sitting down in front of a flat-screen TV to a feast of dominos pizza, nacho dip, Budweiser brews and even Oreos imported from the Motherland itself. Other than the late hour (kickoff at 11:10pm) we had a wonderfully American Superbowl 42 viewing. Of course seeing adds for British car insurance instead of the classic Superbowl ones was a bit of a downer, but at least you don’t worry about missing anything when you get up to go to the bathroom.
It was also funny how the commentators had to sort of explain a little about how the game works whenever they weighed in on it, and apparently last year there was actually a 20 minute lesson on how American Football is played before the game. This year from the TV menu you could select either British or “American” announcers, as well as a segment to learn the rules of the game, for those just tuning in to this strange American pastime =).
The worst part of the experience was actually just how good a game it ended up being, and our initial plans to leave at the 1:00am half-time show had to be changed due to ferocity of contest. Unfortunately we called it quits at 2:30, just moments before the epic 4th quarter carried the Giants to victory. In retrospect this was a major error in judgement, and we kind of feel like bad Americans for not watching all of our national sport’s championship game. Oh well, I guess there is something to be said for semi-coherence in the workplace, and it will make for a more dramatic letter to the NFL asking to change the game time next year.
What a game! What a country.
Thanks to the most American of our British friends we made the most of the Superbowl here, sitting down in front of a flat-screen TV to a feast of dominos pizza, nacho dip, Budweiser brews and even Oreos imported from the Motherland itself. Other than the late hour (kickoff at 11:10pm) we had a wonderfully American Superbowl 42 viewing. Of course seeing adds for British car insurance instead of the classic Superbowl ones was a bit of a downer, but at least you don’t worry about missing anything when you get up to go to the bathroom.
It was also funny how the commentators had to sort of explain a little about how the game works whenever they weighed in on it, and apparently last year there was actually a 20 minute lesson on how American Football is played before the game. This year from the TV menu you could select either British or “American” announcers, as well as a segment to learn the rules of the game, for those just tuning in to this strange American pastime =).
The worst part of the experience was actually just how good a game it ended up being, and our initial plans to leave at the 1:00am half-time show had to be changed due to ferocity of contest. Unfortunately we called it quits at 2:30, just moments before the epic 4th quarter carried the Giants to victory. In retrospect this was a major error in judgement, and we kind of feel like bad Americans for not watching all of our national sport’s championship game. Oh well, I guess there is something to be said for semi-coherence in the workplace, and it will make for a more dramatic letter to the NFL asking to change the game time next year.
What a game! What a country
2 comments:
Alas, we only watched five minutes of the game and it was the end! How exciting was that!. Love, Jan
I've always admired your fiery tenacity, courageous will-power, and genuine commitment to the U.S. of A. Your good-old "I'm stickin' it out till the end, can-do, pull yourself up by your bootstraps, American spirit."
So you can imagine the disappointment I felt while reading this post. I have never, in all my days, known a Burdette to abandon their Country with 15 minutes remaining on the clock.
Not only did you miss a Giant upset, but more importantly, you missed an uncommon opportunity to proclaim victory over European Futbol!
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