Superbowl Sunday: In Which I Make A Somewhat Controversial Choice

I've tried, but I just can't seem this year to

Work up too much enthusiasm for

The annual Handegg excitement. You

May surely differ, loving this sport more

Than e'er I did. My heard inclines toward

A game more beautiful than this. Except

For when the Denver Broncos play, I'm bored

A-watching overpaid man-tanks, none kept

In check by normal standards, on the fight.

It's fun sometimes but I don't feel it now,

So I'll do something else this Sunday night.

The Netflix fairy brought me Torchwood. How

Could so-called football e'er compete with such?

To each her own, though, thank you very much.

BONUS SONNET: I Knew Silent Springsteen Would Be Weird But I Didn't Know How Weird

Bruce Springsteen with the sound off is no fun -
(Though he is not my fav'rite singer, no)
Alas the workplace rulebook's will was done,
All through the Super Bowl and halftime show.
A Broncos fan am I, if fan at all.
This season, though, they lost me early on.
Once that occurs, I ignore the "football"
Or "handegg" as the wags among us yawn.
So this year's Big Burrito Bowl was not
Of much concern to me, so I just did
My usual job, in Sunday's usual spot.
But then, and quite perchance, I flipped my lid.
A foolish notion came to me to watch
A play or so, then there was BRUUUUUCE's crotch.