The best menu I've heard, and one typical of this particular event, is that of my dear friend V. who lives in Florida. I spoke with her yesterday and she told me she's having a small gathering -- just eight people plus her and her husband. Doing some quick math, that's 10 mouths to feed! I would have started cooking two weeks ago for such a crowd, but V. is "keeping it simple." She will be serving pizza, ordered out so that's not too hard. Also, she will be making a fresh vegetable salad and, "Of course, nachos with cheese and chips" and a few other little pre-dinner nibbles. Guests are bringing chicken wings and some other salads, and a few desserts. Beer and wine will be served.
I have attended parties like hers in the past and have been amazed to see people focus more on the food than the game. There must be something about watching a bunch of fit athletes running around in tight uniforms and piling on top of one another every few seconds that makes people hungry.
Many fans claim they "watch it for the commercials," which cost advertisers from $7 million to over $8 million for a single, 30-second commercial, according to CNN. This price tag comes out to over $250,000 per second for the most expensive 30-second ads. To call that "ridiculous" is so understated as to be, well, ridiculous. For example, IV chemotherapy can cost from $5,000 to $50,000 for 6 months.
Then there is the much-touted half-time show, which almost always features a male black rapper grabbing his crotch while yelling to music or a female singer thrusting hers, barely covered, at the camera.
In the end the team that wins, however that happens, gets a trophy and all the players get giant, gaudy rings emblazoned with the number of the particular Super Bowl in Roman numerals. The next day they return to their home city where there is a big parade in their honor, with floats and a lot of hoopla.
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