Ah, Super Bowl Sunday - the one day a year where it's ridiculously obvious that you are pretending to care about football, and none of the guys will say anything about it because they're too focused on the actual game. For you, the theme of this national holiday is "sports, but make it sexy" in your cute little jersey (you're not exactly sure which player you're repping) and football eye black stickers. When the homies ask which team you're rooting for, the answer is simple - whichever team features Tom Brady, of course.
Even though you really tried to get into the spirit, slowly but surely, it becomes crystal clear to you that this isn't your kinda party. Here's why the Super Bowl Sunday surely sucks the life out of your vivacious body and spirit on an annual basis.