February 7, 2010 provides another day for the famous Super Bowl Sunday. I must admit, the only reason it is a big deal for me is the party that collects not only football fans but their aunties, uncles, brothers, sisters, second cousin’s neighbor, and so on. If the climax of all that is football isn’t enough, this american sport brings together some of the best athletes, their fans, and their friend together to spend a day of chips and beer. 200,000 million dollars were spent last year on the commercials alone. This festivity leads me to believe that America is not poor at all.
And when I stood at the bus stop today in the pouring rain, and saw a woman who looked like she came straight from vietnam staring straight up to the sky embracing the pellets of gross LA rain, she led me to strongly feel this great appreciation. I imagined people in different parts of the world, who may not have the same comforts of a fireplace like many many LUCKY Americans. We were born in America, and think like Americans, and get upset when we can’t buy the latest ipads. But how amazing is it, that we get the pointless pleasure of watching men run around in tight clothes playing such a fun sport. The Superbowl is luxury at it’s finest.
