I honestly can't say that I find watching the SB when the Pats are playing to be "enjoyable." I am just too emotionally engaged and anxious to enjoy the games, at least given the agonizing way the Pats win them.
In fact, the only times I enjoyed actual "Super Bowl game time" when the Pats were playing were for the four seconds after Adam put us ahead in XXXVIII and the nine seconds after Rodney's pick in XXXIX. The entire evening of SB XLII lingers in a special place in my memory right there with wisdom teeth extractions and a couple of minor surgical procedures.
OK, the first quarter of SB XX was kind of fun, when I was just happy that the Pats were there and all seemed right with the world, but that didn't end up so well. I remember wanting to die when the Fridge put the icing on the burnt cake.
However, the experience of "having watched" a SB that the Pats won...in sheer exhaustion, with my emotions shredded, my throat hoarse from shouting at the TV (I swear that the echo of my scream when Adam's kick went through the uprights at the end of SB XXXVI still echoes in my living room) and in a state of elation at the magnitude of the accomplishment by our guys...now, that's a great feeling. The rest...not so much. I have re-watched the three wins many times and enjoyed that experience. To this day, I have never watched one minute of a replay of SB XLII, which means I watched virtually no TV here in NYC for a couple of weeks after the game whose name we do not mention.
