There. I said it.
Should I expect to find myself on the wrong end of a lawsuit by the National Football League?
Of course not.
But if my pal Robbie Johnson decided to have a, yes, socially distanced, Super Bowl Party at his establishment The Red Mill Tavern, well, he’d better alert his lawyers.
The only way for Robbie, and all others like him, to get around hearing from the mighty NFL is to have a “Big Game” party. That way he’d be safe. He would not have broken the Third Commandment of modern times by taking the words Super Bowl in vain.
Does anyone else find this ludicrous?
I understand that the NFL is a business and as with any business has every right to copyright a trade mark. But was it really necessary to send a cease and desist letter to a church in Indiana in 2007 for promoting a Super Bowl party as a fund raiser?
This is the kind of heavy-handedness that can, if they’re not careful, turn a Big Game into a Little Game.
It brings to mind a story about another friend, the late newspaper editor Art Perry. His paper ran an item about cheerleaders having coke and pizza at party, which prompted a letter from Coca-Cola scolding him for writing coke without a capital letter.
“Don’t worry,” Art wrote back, “next time I’ll say Pepsi.”