My brother and I were beyond consolation. How could we miss the game?
This past Sunday, 125 million people from across the globe watched the Super Bowl, the most-watched television event in the United States each year.
Many Jewish (and not necessarily kiruv) organizations offer glatt kosher halftime shows to inject some much-needed Torah and ruchniyus into an otherwise spiritually barren event.
My intent is neither to condemn nor condone the many frum Jews who partake in the game. And I’m referring both to those who readily admit to watching and to those who choose to cover their tracks by furtively finding venues to view the event. I am no longer surprised by the varied array of individuals from all walks of Orthodox life who allow the secret of their viewing of the big game to escape their lips, sometimes when they explain why they were unavailable for my phone call or through some other slip of the tongue.
Yet my goal is neither to critique nor praise. As I have learned from the rabbinate, we all need some downtime — it’s the halftime we can all do without.
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