The American part of Super Bowl is that Football is Commodified Ritual Warfare, packaged for The Masses as part of the Opiate of Bread and Circuses, also known as Panem et Circenses, which was, not coincidentally, invented by those wonderful folks who gave us the Roman Numerals and Gladiator Movies and all that, and it's all about the ritualistic display of Military Power, man, that's why Super Bowl always has a flyover by some War planes, and that's why the announcers always remind us that the Armed Forces are tuning in, although that part always makes me kinda nervous, because I think that's when The Enemy will attack, when the totality of the Raw Power of the United States of America is paying attention to The Game, you know? But then I have a coupla beers and there's been some commercials to argue about, which ones are good, which ones were a waste of kabillions of dollars, and I eat some chili and start to feel, I dunno, it's either Complacent, or maybe Secure? I can't figure it out, I just sorta end up in a state of Inebriation, that's it, that's the feeling, Alcohol and Complacence combinated! Alco-Placencey! That's when Super Bowl kicks in and I figure, ahhhhhh, there's gotta be enough soldiers out there who don't care about Super Bowl, or who really do wanna watch, but are willing to keep their eyes open because it is their Duty, and that is when I hope those soldiers are the ones paying attention to all the radars and whatever stuff for which We The People are paying out the big Defense Tax Dollars, you know? For the Nation! Somebody in Uniform is Out There taking one for The Team! Watching the sonars and the border walls so we can watch The Game! Super Bowl! Forty Nine! Snack foods!