By accident I booked myself to fly out of Miami on Super Bowl Sunday.

Doh.

There are few people who care less about the annual concussion-fest than me.

I found myself surrounded by even more crazies than usual on the beach. Many of them football FANatics.

There were plenty of sinners. And plenty of self-appointed soapbox religious zealots to convert them. The many classy Jehovah’s Witnesses proselytizer were soft spoken and well-dressed by comparison.

Over 4 days I attended zero Super Bowl parties. Watched none of the dozens of sports TV shows taping.

Instead I jogged, cycled and worked in the library.

Miami Beach comes alive for weekend parties ahead of Chiefs-Niners in Super Bowl LIV