This Weekend, It’s Cincinnati Sunday
My hometown team is in the Super Bowl for the first time in my life
Let’s get one thing out of the way — I do not care about football. Sorry, but that’s not why I’m here.
I’m here because if there’s one thing I do care about, like a lot, like maybe too much, it’d my hometown, Cincinnati, Ohio.
I don’t currently live there due to a complicated tangle of reasons, but my love knows no distance. So, even if I care zero percent about football, I am actually actively aware of which weekend the Super Bowl takes place this year (it’s this weekend, for my fellow non-football fans).
Growing up in a suburb of Cincinnati, my relationship with the Super Bowl existed only because of my father.
Every year, he’d put on the game for us to watch “as a family,” and I would sit on the couch reading a book. I’d set my stories aside during commercials so I could be in the know (believe it or not, they didn’t used to be available next day on YouTube). Try though I might, I could never get interested in the game with all its starts and stops and pauses in between.
Once I left for college, I lost track of the Super Bowl. Even if I did care about football, I’d have been a Bengals fan, so I wouldn’t have had a stake in the big game.
