They call it ‘Post Super Bowl Regret’, and it’s not an actual thing. But we all need to pretend that it is, otherwise the thematic content will absolutely fall apart…
The Super Bowl, as any cultural studies major worth his salt will try to tell you, is an exercise in egregious consumption. Hundreds of millions of dollars dropped on commercials, wings and beer and pizza devoured in mass quantities… truly, Super Bowl weekend is America at its consumerist best.
But what about the next day? How do we feel then?
Obviously, there are the regrets of the losing team (Good lord, did you really pass on second and a half-inch? I don’t even know football and I know that’s a dumb idea…).
And to be sure, certain companies wonder in retrospect is dropping five mil on an ad about dead children was a good use of their time and money.
But what about us, the common people?
Are we hung over? Do we spend that morning before we head out to work praying we can put the diarrhea on pause for eight hours?
What would we have done differently?
Monday morning quarterbacking is a familiar term to those who follows sports: the callsign of those who think they know better after the fact. Hindsight is 20/20, and we’re all geniuses when we have Perfect Information.
So, then: if we knew yesterday what we know this morning, would we do it all the same?
Well, yeah. Probably.
I mean, have you tried buffalo wings? They’re fucking amazing…
Pryorball. 