As a lifelong New Englander, I'm glad the Patriots won, but I'm not the type to jump on the bandwagon in full fair-weather-fan glory. Especially since I don't know a damn thing about football. Even though I write like a man, I watch football like a girly, girly girl. "What's a down? Why do they still have the ball? Why'd they stop the clock? Oh, why'd he hit that guy when he was already down? That's just mean!" You get the picture.
So, why bring up football and gender? Because the Superbowl, for me, will always be tainted by the bullshit assertion that there's a 40% increase in domestic violence on Superbowl Sunday. Christina Hoff Sommers debunked this a decade ago (you can find a summary here), but it was still floating around in my husband's medical school curriculum just a few years ago. This is bad, bad, bad for everyone.
Note to the Man-Hating Battalion of the Tinfoil Hat Brigade: when your battle cry is "Never let the facts cloud the issues!", your credibility is in the toilet. Misrepresenting facts is evil. Men are not the enemy. And you sure as hell don't speak for me.