Traditions, habits -- those sorts of things can be worthwhile. Or silly. I suspect that one of my longest-term traditions has been drifting towards the silly side for, oh, decades.
LII years ago I watched the first Super Bowl football game where my beloved Vince Lombardi- coached Greek Bay Packers beat the Kansas City Chiefs. The following year proved more difficult to watch because whereas I was a Packers fan, at the time I also was a fan of their opponent, the Oakland Raiders. Then it was the New York Jets beating the Baltimore Colts which gave the upstart American Football League credibility.
And on and on over the years.
I have made it a point to watch at least a tiny bit of each Super Bowl ever played. Often, I had no interest in who was playing, didn't care who won or lost, but made sure to watch perhaps three or so plays just to say that I had viewed it.
This year, extending my streak to LII, I drove over to the University Book Store where I knew the game would be televised. (My TV is not plugged in and I don't have cable service.) So I did watch about three plays and walked away, over to the book sections.
I don't think my behavior is crazy -- it's not destructive in any way. But silly? Yes, I admit to that.
