Superbowl Sunday

Superbowl Sunday is always an eventful occassion, and last Sunday was no exception. As everyone here in the Northeast knows well, Tom Brady led the Patriots to the greatest comeback in football history, cementing his status as the greatest quarterback of all time (as a Jets fan it’s hard to swallow writing these words).

But even aside from the game, Superbowl Sunday is bustling with activity. There are parties to attend and foods to consume. I attended my first college Superbowl party past Sunday. Here’s what I found.

  1. Ordering is really, really complicated.

Getting a pizza for myself is hard enough. But pizza and wings for a group of 50? Impossible. We spent over an hour before the game trying to coordinate and settle on the amount and types of food. Then the entirety of the first quarter too. The group order never occurred. Instead, I had to scramble with a couple of friends to make a quick order of wings and hope we could get them before the second half. As one would expect, however, it isn’t so easy to order wings during the second quarter of the Super Bowl. The first two places we called had stopped taking any more orders. The next place’s phone lines were down.

We finally found a restaurant. The wings arrived during the third quarter. Any idea of pizza had long been discarded.

  1. Forget about being able to hear anything.

Want to hear the roar of the crowd? Or a funny-looking commercial? Forget about it. When everyone is packed into a room, talking amongst themselves in loud, feverish tones, it’s just about impossible to hear. And every play is followed by some combination of clapping and groaning , so there’s a nice ten second post-play buffer of solid, unharmonious sound. While in some ways the lack of television sound can be nice (no monotone Joe Buck or creepy Mr. Clean voice), simply put, expect to miss a lot of the game’s verbal experience at a party.

And people can shriek a lot louder than one would think. At ear-splitting levels. Especially in the fourth quarter and overtime of the Super Bowl.

 

Noises!!!

Noises!!!

  1. There will be bandwagoners.

For those who do not follow the NFL, it’s common to waver between the two teams playing. To use a more recent example, there were more than a few in attendance at the party who began to root for the Patriots during their comeback, after mocking the Pats when they fell behind Atlanta 28-3. They then acted like they had rooted for New England the entire time and used it as an excuse to party and talk smack. Not that I’m salty or anything. But someone who can’t name three defensive players on the Patriots or even anyone else besides Tom Brady really doesn’t have the right to act superior to fans of other teams —especially suffering fans of the New York Jets, who are stuck with Ryan Fitzpatrick and Geno Smith as their quarterbacks and have faced so much anguish over the past decade at the hands of Belichick and Brady. Again, not that I’m salty.

  1. People do homework during the game

I have to admit that this one surprised me. Yes, I know Brown is full of hardworking students, but I never realized to what a great extent. I could never imagine doing work during such a big game, and that’s probably why those kids doing their engineering homework will make a lot more money than me, though to be honest, I’m still not sure how well that homework was done. Once again, there was a whole lot of yelling and clapping, and it can’t be easy to write by the light from a projector screen.

Uh-oh

Uh-oh

  1. It was pretty damn fun.

Watching such a big game with everyone reacting around each other was awesome, even though my stomach still churns every time I go on ESPN. It was pretty to cool to watch Patriots fans lose all sense of hope and pride, sinking into their seats demoralized, before going completely nuts by the end of the game. The stories, people and sense of community are what make sports great. I’ll definitely be going to another party next year (unless, knock on wood, the Jets somehow make it, in which case I’ll be watching alone in my room in the dark).

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