I Almost Skipped My Sister’s Wedding For The Super Bowl

In January 1982, I almost decided to skip a trip home to Australia for two weeks to avoid missing the Super Bowl, even though my favorite team, the Dallas Cowboys, was not playing, and I had no emotional attachment to either of the teams in the contest.

I eventually came to my senses and made the trip. It was a good thing I did because in the newsstands on the way there, there, and on the way back, I took up a vigorous perusal — for the first time — of men’s magazines like Playboy and Penthouse.

I was 15.

I arrived in Australia after the game had concluded. I think my Uncle Val told me who won and I got to see highlights on the news that night.

I’m just thinking about how I almost chose to skip my sister’s wedding to watch a football game and it makes me question the role spectator sports has played in my life. For me, I think, it is a narcotic. It is a way I distract myself from the loneliness of my existence. I have an intimacy disorder and I try to numb the pain through sex, porn, sports, gambling, etc.

When I can lose myself watching some event on TV, I can forget about my discouragement with my own life for a few hours.

I don’t think happy people, generally, are the most devoted sports fans.

Through therapy and 12-step work and Judaism and the like, I’m starting to stare some of my addictions in the face and to look back on my life with greater clarity.

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see Amazon.com). My work has been noted in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (Alexander90210.com).
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