HAPPY BAD BUNNY SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!

DISFRUTAR, AMIGOS!

Having attended only one Super Bowl party in my lifetime, I’m hardly one to pontificate intelligently about the event. However, it’s not something I would ever do again. I spent most of that party in the kitchen, away from partygoers who yelled at the TV as if they had some effect on the outcome. Since all the players looked alike and their faces were covered up by helmets, I felt no connection to them at all. None.

60% of Americans follow sports religiously while 40% of us could care less. Now science says that our affinity for sports is actually genetic and our brains are wired differently! Apparently, I feel no loyalty to any team because I have a lower ‘tribal instinct.’ 40 years ago, at my first Knicks game, when the opponents stole the ball and scored, I jumped up and cheered. When a Coke can suddenly hit the back of my head, I realized quickly that one does not applaud for the opponent.

Lest you think I’m bah, humbug about sports—I’m not. I LOVE athleticism in every form. I woul…