t’s funny that the Super Bowl was three days ago and damn near nobody is talking about it due to the low scoring snooze fest that took place during Sunday evening. Earlier this week I slid to the Atrium in Atlanta to see what I hoped would be the massacre of the New England Patriots by the hands of the Los Angeles Rams. Sadly that is not what happened as what unfolded that night as the game that was hyped up to be an offensive onslaught turned out to be less exciting then watching grass grow.
The only touchdown came in the 4th quarter by the Patriots when the Rams finally slipped up and finally allowed Tom Brady to score and eventually win the game. However, the venue I was it didn’t end up making the game anymore lit than it already wasn’t. I assumed that because it was my first time going to a real venue despite the fact that I was the youngest person there, I wouldn’t have to worry about it being lit. Boy was I wrong. I don’t know who was in charge of the tv but whoever was thought it’d be a smart idea to blast music all throughout the commercials. Which really scuffed my timbs since that was the half the reason most people even watched the Super Bowl in the first place.
My age definitely played a factor as I felt like a dollar bill amongst nickels and quarters as I just felt so out of place. It was at that moment when I was surrounded by a bunch of oversized XXL jackets, jeans that were waaaaaaaaaaay too baggy, and sneakers that came out 10+ years ago. And don’t get me wrong, I’m all for people having a good time and enjoying themselves not caring about how they’re perceived by others. But lord jeezus… I way too many attempts made to try and do current dances with no rhythm at all.
I do give props to whoever came up with the idea to have a hula hooping contest during the game even though it didn’t do anything for me. Even though it was kind of awkward to. But the icing on the cake that made it the worst party I had ever been to was when the DJ thought it would be a bright idea to play musical chairs through the halftime show… BRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!! I missed Travis Scott and Big Boi for some random ass game played at little kids birthday parties. The “game” lasted halfway into the 3rd quarter which irked me to no end. And it was in that moment I realized that I’m good with going to the functions with people my age because everyone that was at the Atrium that night looked like that one old person at the club. When I get to that point I’ll be cool with it but as of right now, I’m going straight back to my own stomping grounds.