My old man was a superstitious-type Catholic, and he was really into it. My mother didn't really give a shit, but she played along to keep the peace. I had to go to Mass every Sunday morning, then sit through Sunday school for an hour after. It was all just mind-numbingly tedious, and Sunday school was cutting into the NFL pregame shows, which made it even worse. I did the whole gay confirmation thing, and for months they terrorized us with lies about how we had to learn a bunch of obscure Bible crap because during the confirmation ceremony, the Cardinal would call on kids randomly, and if they didn't get the answer correct they'd throw you out in front of everyone.
Then we had the ceremony and the fruity Cardinal called on an obvious plant, who memorized her answer, and we all realized we'd been had. After that, I just stopped going, except on Christmas and Easter, and even then it was just to appease my father.