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Last year, I loved watching the Super Bowl. I had no real rooting interest in either team, and it was a great viewing experience.
One of my best friends, Jeff Swisher, invited me to the Bay Area to watch the game at a friend's place. Initially, it sounded like another lame Super Bowl party that would drag my attention from the flat-screen TV to other, less meaningful circles of small talk. But Jeff, like me, is a sports fan and really wanted to watch the game. So we separated ourselves from the mobs and parked in front of an outdoor TV.
The game was great. The experience was great. The people I met were incredibly nice and didn't bother us while we stared at the action. For a day, I forgot how much better the World Series is than the Super Bowl.
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