I'm not a football fan. Point blank. I tried, once upon a time, because the entire world seemed to heart the sport something fierce. But I just didn't get it. And so I gave up. Before I met Halbastram, I didn't really give a rat's patootie about the Super Bowl. Well, I did care about one game. Back when I was a young'n, I remember getting the football issue of the TV Guide in the mail and falling head-over-heels in love with the New England Patriots's quaterback, a Mr. Drew Bledsoe. I was so in love with this man that all I wanted for Christmas that year was a Bledsoe jersey. And my wish came true. I still own the jersey, but it mostly serves as a sleepshirt and a sweet reminder of a simpler time. I watched the Patriots play in the Super Bowl early the next year, but again, it was solely for the hottie.
However, like most teenaged girls, I found new guys to admire and when my fascination with Drew Bledsoe wore off, so did any interest I might have shown for football.
Over time, my interest in any sort of sporting event rested solely with America's pasttime: good old baseball. A couple of free tickets courtesy of Pizza Hut was all it took to pull me into the sport. Plus, it seemed simple enough: a bat, a ball, three bases and a homeplate. Also, it takes so long to play that you can let your mind wander for about 20 minutes and come back having missed nothing at all. Perfect.
In fact, baseball was what brought Halbastram and I together. (My personals ad mentioned that I liked baseball; he responded with the following title: "a woman who likes baseball? I think I'm in love)
Everyone claims to watch the Super Bowl just for the ads. Sure, there are some funny ads. But I know that I will continue to see these ads for months following the Super Bowl. So that isn't an incentive for me.
But, being the delightfully supportive ladyfriend that I am, if he's got the tv turned to The Big Game, I know I'll watch it.
In addition to blogging, I am also in charge of the chili-cheese nachos and barbecue wings during the game, which I must get a start on.
Go Saints!!
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I am not a huge football fan but since I was raised in the south (mississippi) for the better part of my life I am a HUGE Saints fan! I was a fan even when we lost every game of almost every season. I only watch the games when they play. I was super stoked they made it to the super bowl and even more stoked that they one it! This is a team that has seriously come a LONG way.
ReplyDeleteI was in charge of dips and we had good old fashioned southern red beans and rice with collard greens as a side!
Aw, that sounds sooooooo good. Collard greens are one of my favorite comfort/holiday foods.
ReplyDeleteHey darl! Thanks for your comment on my blog, it is good to know how many people feel passionately about animal rights! And about superbowl....we don't even have the sport in our country so i don't understand the hype, but yesterday i walked past a bar with ALOT of people watching it. It was weird, why do New Zealanders care about Superbowl? So don't worry, you are not alone! Even in our small part of the world people are going crazy over it!
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