My thoughts on Super Bowl XLVIII Part two

Well, I’ll be damned; the Seahawks won the Super Bowl! Quite a surprise to most of the people at the bar last night who were rooting for the Broncos. I kept quiet throughout the game rather than bragging since, like I said in my earlier post, even though my public preference was for a Seahawks win, I didn’t care much either way. I also heard Yogi Beara whispering in my ear, “It ain’t over till it’s over.” Even though the Seahawks took the lead very early on and were winning 22-0 by halftime, I didn’t want to be presumptuous and have all of my friends tease me about it if the Broncos came back in the second half. Alas, they didn’t, and I wished I had bet my friend Todd. Oh well, Monday morning quarterback.

So, this was going to be a post about my favorite moments from the Super Bowl but, unfortunately, I can’t remember any of my favorite moments, aside from texting my nephew after the Red Hot Chili Peppers performed at halftime. You see, when my nephew was very young, he couldn’t pronounce the letter “r” and when we asked him who sang “Californication”, he responded with his accent, “the Red Hot Chili Peppows!” and it was the cutest thing ever. Almost as cute as when he said his favorite New York Yankee was Derek Jetow. Even though my nephew is now 16 and fully able to pronounce the letter “r”, I can’t listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers without thinking of him, and so I texted him and we went back and forth a few times. That was my favorite moment. I love that kid.

Perhaps the food would be among my favorite moments but our bar had a limited Super Bowl menu and the choices included wings, nachos, artichoke dip, chili and salad—no French fries, mozzarella sticks or onion rings were available since the bar decided to reserve its deep fryer for the wings. That kind of sucked and we all had a nice time complaining about it. Thankfully, my friend Hilda picked up cupcakes in honor of Abbe’s birthday and they were delish.




Happy Birthday Abbe!

Happy Birthday Abbe!

The halftime show with Bruno Mars and the aforementioned Red Hot Chili Peppers was great, however, it seemed much shorter in duration than it was in years past.

Many of the commercials were funny. My favorites included the Cheerios commercial with the little girl making a deal with her dad that if her parents have another baby, she gets a puppy; the Budweiser commercial with the horse and the Golden Retriever; the Bud Light commercial with the guy who doesn’t know he’s in a Super Bowl advertisement; and the “time machine” Doritos commercial.

Anyway, that’s about the extent of my memories from Super Bowl XVLIII. A good time was had by all, aside from the die-hard Denver Broncos fans, but not a very memorable one. Perhaps the seemingly never ending supply of beer and birthday shots for my friend are to blame for the memory loss…

And then there were four.

And then there were four.

There was a lot more beer where this came from!

There was a lot more beer where this came from!

Pre Super Bowl thoughts from a non-football fan

Yes, I admit it. I don’t like football. I feel bad about this since my biggest client at my day job is the National Football League and I work with some lovely people, but the truth is that I am a sports monogamist—I’m a baseball fan all the way—Go Yankees. Shut up, haters! Okay, so I have confessed that I do not really care for football, but I do enjoy beer, fattening foods, and drinking on Sundays. Years ago, I would join my football-loving friends and go to the bar every Sunday to *watch* football but I realized that, aside from always enjoying spending time with my friends, I wasn’t having a very good time. I couldn’t really contribute to the conversations going on around me, the bar was loud with people screaming at the various games going on, and I would feel almost claustrophobic with nowhere to look but at twenty different television screens displaying all of the various games, none of which I understood. The next day, I would have no idea who won the games and even who played. I would, however, have a hangover from drinking really cheap beer and I would feel guilty about all of the fried food I consumed. And so, this past year, I told my friends that I wasn’t going to join them on Sundays. Instead, I would do other things, like run errands, make plans with my friends who, like me, were not football fans, and I would write. I write a lot on Sundays! Sure, I miss my friends and feel a bit left out when they talk about how much fun they had, but I know that these friends love me and my not taking part in the Sunday-Funday won’t change that.

However, Super Bowl XLVIII takes place on one of my best friend’s birthdays (Happy Birthday, Abbe!) and this best friend is the football fan of all football fans and so I am going to watch the game. (Truth is, my friends told me I was going to watch the Super Bowl with them whether I wanted to or not. And I do want to, the Super Bowl is not just your regular weekly football game. It’s…well, it’s the Super Bowl!) And, if you’re wondering how I know it is Super Bowl XLVIII, no, I didn’t look online, the NFL is my client and I know my stuff!

So, who will I root for, the Denver Broncos or the Seattle Seahawks? The first and most obvious answer is neither: I don’t care. I really don’t. But I know I will enjoy the game more if I have some sort of stake in the conclusion. My friends are all rooting for the Broncos, probably because Peyton Manning is the quarterback. Stop looking shocked that I know this. I don’t live under a rock people!! I, however, am torn. Denver is the home of my oldest sister, her husband, two of my nieces and one of my nephews. On the other hand, Seattle is the home of my publisher, one of my old roommates from college, my ex-boyfriend who treated me really well and who I still have fond feelings for, and one of my best friends, Megan. So who do I choose? Is it a family thing? A matter of friendship? Of writing prosperity? It all comes down to this…the uniforms.  Yes, the uniforms.

I am rooting for the Seattle Sawhawks because, like I told my friends last night, I find the bright blue and green colors of their uniforms to be very festive. And I’m not a fan of horses, especially orange ones. Finally, the horse design of the Broncos logo is one of the most copied logos of the NFL and dealing with these third party pirates causes me grief at work on a regular basis. I know the odds are in favor of the Broncos. Peyton is arguably one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL and the puppies on Jimmy Fallon picked them to win. We’ll see. And I like I said, I really don’t care.

Stay tuned for my next post: favorite moments of the Super Bowl from a non-football fan. I have no idea what these moments will consist of—I might share some of the funny things my drunk friends said/did throughout the evening, maybe I will write about the commercials or the halftime show, and maybe, just maybe, I will actually be able to follow the game itself. Haha.