Super Bowl and Your DVR

Let me understand this correctly, people spend all year becoming professionsal DVR jockeys….getting their timing right so they can fast forward through all the commercials in their favorite shows to nail the timing so that they don’t miss a second of an episode. Right? I’ve witnessed it.

Then, annually, everyone tunes into a football game to actually watch the thing they’ve been fast forwarding through all year…the commercials. I know, I know….they are entertaining (you tell yourself). Those commercials that you usually fast forward through during that sitcom might be entertaining as well (but I doubt it).

Just so I’ve got this clear, if you’re into football it makes sense, tune into your big game and deal with the commercials as a means to watch your game. If you’re not into football, why the hell would you sit through three hours of a game you don’t like so you could “watch the commercials”. You have hours of those stockpiled on your DVR already. Fire it up and hit play if you’re really that into commercials.

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