Stupor Sunday

About the only produce items moving well this weekend will be avocados, salsa, and vegetable party trays.  The annual bacchanalia known as Super Sunday will drive most of us into a high calorie coma well before the last pass is thrown and the Seahawks walk off the field in celebration of their first win in the big game.  Of course, most people at the party will be barely paying attention to the screen between commercials.  How this usually pedestrian game played in the beginning of February became such a cultural touchstone is beyond me.   Perhaps it offers a chance for a day off from worries about our personal economies, the same way the two hours or so we spend in a darkened movie theater allows a respite from humdrum reality.  I remember watching the first couple of superbowls, when the Packers dispatched the AFL representatives with ease.  Things changed the next year when Joe Namath guaranteed victory for the upstart Jets against the Colts.  That game probably stamped the Game on the American conscious and began the hype we experience now.  So, let the salsa and guacamole flow, get out the popcorn and enjoy.  We can worry about politics and vegetables next week.