So I went to a bonafide real American super bowl party last weekend. It is serious business. There was an interview with President Obama in the two hour long preamble to the game, yes the super bowl is even bigger than the president.
The guest list at this party was more concerned with getting together on a Sunday afternoon/evening and enjoying some food and time together, and maybe the super bowl ads. But the message was clear that even people who aren't into football do this. Football is huge here, they screen regular season games on televisions in the departure lounges of airports as some sort of public service.
Buffalo Wings are compulsory and obligatory on super bowl Sunday. There are catering firms that just pump out x amount of wings on the Sunday for super bowl parties. They're ok, but some people take it too far. The guacamole is also an important fixture.
The half time performance is kind of big deal. I complied when The Boss demanded I step away from the guacamole dip, which I was reaching for with a corn chip. A lively performance ensued, with the E-street band, which included a very well dressed saxophonist. There was a lot of speculation in the group on how high and or drunk the nearly sixty year old Bruce Springsteen was. This only intensified after Bruce managed to hump the entirety of the US. My friend's new 60" plasma, Tivo, and slow motion have burned this image on to my retinas for eternity.

