Well, as of Sunday it is pretty much a given that my local professional football team will not be making a playoff appearance - barring a second Music City Miracle in which we beat Peyton Manning and the Broncos on Sunday and subsequently beat our three division rivals.
But ever the optimist, I thought to myself, “Hey, I still have the Saints,’ who are my other favorite NFL team.”
Enter the Seattle Seahawks.
The Seahawks embarrassed my Saints Monday night, which puts a damper on their playoff shot as well. That’s not to say they can’t make it, but it’s going to take something special to get past the Seahawks from any opponent. So if things go as I expect they will, I could be doing just what I did last year during the Super Bowl - watching it for the commercials.
It’s just not the same for me to watch the game when I really don’t care who wins the thing.
Granted, some years there have been one team I really didn’t want to see win, so I sort of rooted for whoever was playing against them. Sometimes I root for an underdog who makes a spectacular run for a big game because it’s a feel-good story.
But this year, I think it’s going to be a conversation about which commercial was the funniest, or the cutest or whatever else you judge commercials by.
Everyone in my family always likes to see the latest Budweiser commercial - especially if it involves the famous Clydesdales. And I’m sure there will be plenty of other greats this year (Doritos ads, anyone?).
And there is always a “bet” on how badly the National Anthem will be butchered to open the game.
I’m pretty sure there are lots of others in lots of places that talk about that fun portion of the evening as well.
And then, there is the halftime show. We all know how large of a disaster those can be, depending on the chosen talent. With wardrobe malfunctions and other such conversation starters, sometimes it seems as though who wins the game doesn’t really even matter to anybody except the players on the team that hoists the trophy.
I guess I can still hold my breath and hope for a small miracle that somehow allows my Titans a shot at at least one playoff game. And I will be one of the faithful fans who will be freezing in the upper deck come time for the Arizona Cardinals to town.
I suppose in the world of football almost anything is possible, but I’m counting on talking more about what happens off the field than what happens on it come Super Bowl time.
Kimberly Jordan is The Democrat’s general assignment reporter. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow her on Twitter @wilsonnewsroom.