So yesterday was Super Bowl XLV. (That’s Super Bowl 45 for the non-Roman speaking Darlings in the house. :tpspspspt ) And for the first time ever, I think, I actually watched the game—any game—the whole way through. I don’t even know why, I was just suddenly infused with the need to see the Steelers win.
Sadly, they did not. :sadheart But their loss doesn’t shake my dedication one bit. No, sirree! We’ll get ’em next year, Pittsburgh!
Last night’s game turned out to be an educational experience for me, though. I promise, absolutely promise this will be my last Super Bowl-related post, but I just had to pass along a few things I learned about myself while watching this year’s game:
There is apparently a very passionate sports fan living inside of me. This is quite the epiphany, considering I never thought I cared much at all for sporting events before. And yet, last night I caught myself yelling some rather creative things at the TV screen.
Even though I kept saying all week that I really didn’t care about the Super Bowl & was only moderately interested because I am loyal to the Pittsburgh Steelers (& Pirates & Penguins), apparently I do care. A lot. Because I got very involved in the game this year & was sorely, sorely disappointed when my team lost. Let’s just say a lot of very nasty four-letter words spilled past my lips.
I’m a really good fan to have on your team, but not so great for the other guys. Some of the things that popped out of my mouth about the Packers…who, by the way, I know nothing about; they just had the misfortune of playing against one of my favorite teams…will probably gain me a very nice spot in the Seventh Level of Hell.
Quite a few of those Packers need haircuts. I mean, seriously, guys? Seriously? At least tie that crap back with a scrunchie or something. :sick You looked like a bunch of leftover hair band rejects from the 80s. And I should know; I used to be very fond of some of those hair bands!
Even being a die-hard Steelers fan, I could totally go for the Packers’ Aaron Rodgers. I’m not sure I agree with him being named MVP after the game I saw, but he is a cutie & several times during the game, it did seem as though he was pretty much the only player from his team doing anything out there on the field.
I would make a terrible soccer (or football or baseball or basketball or hockey) mom. The coaches would hate me. So would the other parents. And I would likely send children screaming from the field in tears.
I actually can sit through an entire football game. I didn’t think that was physically (or mentally) possible for me. But even though there was a Monk marathon on another channel & I was also sort of trying to watch Jason Statham in War, the only time I turned to either of those was during boring commericals or half-time.
Just because I watch an entire football game does not mean I know what they’re talking about. I was pretty much clueless the whole time & only knew which team did well by which players started to do a little cheer or dance.
I am a really sore loser. Seeing my team lose when they’d been so freaking close to winning, & having them foul up the last quarter when they’d been doing so well up till then put me in an exceptionally lousy mood the rest of the night. Even the cats gave me a wide berth there for a while.
So can we get a do-over? I’m pretty sure the Steelers could take the win with a do-over. :angeldevil
P.S. Don’t forget that guest author JILL SHALVIS will be with us tomorrow, chatting about her latest release, Animal Magnetism. Mark your calendars so you don’t miss it. And, yes, there will be a giveaway! :eeee
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