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