I'm Too Old for the Super Bowl

I’m too old for the Super Bowl.
I care not for the game
And every single play, to me,
Looks somehow just the same.

A kick, a pass, a step or two
Then everybody’s down.
Repeat ad infinitum
‘Til somebody wins the crown.

Commercial breaks once made me laugh,
At least a scattered few.
Now more and more I watch them
And I just don’t have a clue.

And then the halftime show! To me,
A disappointing blend
Of posturing and thugginess
I couldn’t wait to end.

I’m too old for the Super Bowl
But I've an alibi
At least for this one, ‘cause my grandkids,
Game-time, stopped on by.