Sunday night the American students in my building gathered to watch the Super Bowl in the common room. Watching one of the biggest events in American sports so far from home made me realize how homesick I already am.
It much different experience than attending one of the big parties I’m sure many of my friends back home were having.
The biggest difference had to be the lack of commercials. That sucked. Instead of watching the only commercials people actually want to watch, we got stuck with three commentators who stated the obvious and repeated everything the Fox announcers said.
Apparently, the BBC isn’t allowed to run ads because it’s a publicly funded network. So the British audience gets to watch three guys bullshit instead of hilarious Bud Light and Doritos commercials.
Some of the British students watched the game with us. They described American football as a lame version of rugby and had a lot of fun trying to pronounce “Roethlisberger.” I couldn’t help but think they were making fun of us when they kept shouting, “touch down,” a good minute after we stopped yelling touchdown.
A friend from Brooklyn and I were talking about how it just didn’t feel like the Super Bowl. The main thing we could think of was the food, specifically wings. The Super Bowl without hot wings really just isn’t the same.
Wings or no wings, the game was fun to watch. I have a new found appreciation for what it means to watch and enjoy American sports.
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