Oh the Super Bowl. So much hype! I like football. Kinda. My husband, he LOVES football. Well, aside from softball, but that will be another blog closer to softball season and will be chock FULL of sarcasm and taunting comments about watching reruns of games posted online from 2005. (Rolling eyes now.) In fact, as I type this I hear an announcer on TV welcome him to the Australian Softball Championship!
Back to business.
My husband LOVES football. He is a Pats fan. Probably not a surprise. We live in Maine…they are the best…Tom Brady is the GOAT…Belichick is someone we love to hate…They have 5 Super Bowl Championships. What’s not to love?
During football season, everything is scheduled around football. Every year it takes me awhile to get used to it. I’ll plan something on Sunday and go about my business while my husband just gets grumpier and grumpier. What the hell?
Oh yeahhhh. It’s football season and the game is on at 1. Well, why didntcha tell me ya fool? Ya Could have saved yourself a bunch of grumpycells. So we adjust. Kobe wants to use the Playstation? Nope, it’s Sunday. Dad’s watching football. McKenna wants to watch Riverdale? No (thank God), Dad’s got the TV. And Corey spends the rest of the day almost giddy, yelling and screaming at the television.
That’s just how football season works around here.
|Super Bowl Selfie|
I watch if I am not doing anything better. I know all the player names and numbers. As you read earlier, I know Brady is the GOAT. I know who was traded and Gronk is on the injured list. Not just because I follow them on Twitter or Instagram (I do) but because my husband just likes to share the information with me.
I like to believe he cares that it’s me with whom he shares his precious football intel. Being the awesome wife I am, I step up and nod my head at the right times and ask the appropriate questions. Some of it just stays with me.
Especially the info about Amendola and Edelman. Cause they are hot. Right ladies?
In reality, Corey just does everything out loud and often times, loudly. He never stops talking. Ever. He walks around the house having conversations with himself. He talks to the TV. Talks to FB. He talks to his phone. If I am in the kitchen, I can hear him down the hall in the bathroom yakking away. I don’t even want to think about who…or what…he is talking to in there. If he watches a funny video on his phone (he does this all.the.time) he laughs long and loud. I am forever saying “are you talking to me?” Probably half the time he is not. Half the time!
And it doesn’t stop there. He is constantly asking questions. Which he directs at me, mind you, like I have the answers. Out of the blue he will ask me things like, “What’s so weird about prime numbers?” “What’s the world’s population at now?” “What is the glacial melt rate?”
20 years ago, I probably would have humored him, engaged in these conversations. “Jeez, I don’t know. Blah, blah, blah, I read somewhere, heard somewhere…” Now my answer is more like a look. An incredulous look that says, “Really, you’re asking me? Because I know the answer to that?” If anything comes out of my mouth it is usually. “Google it.” or “I bought you an Alexa for that shit.”
He could also just want to share some amazing fact with me. He’s a really smart guy. The smart phone has opened up his spongey-fact hungry brain. He is always learning new things and impressed by the information that comes across the amazing machine in his hot little hands.
I am not as smart or as impressed by my smart phone. I like shoes and pretty things. So when he does his impressive intake of breath, ready to impart the impressive fact he just learned–I know it’s coming. I can stop that shit right there– I don’t even have to look up when I say, “NOPE. I don’t care.”
So, full disclosure, I am definitely NOT the awesome wife stated earlier. That sentence was all about me feeling good in the moment.
But I digress. This is not about me or my man. We are talking about the Super Bowl here. The game of games!
I only kinda like football, but I love the Super Bowl.
There are actually many things NOT to like about the Super Bowl. The commercialism. The obscene amount of money invested in making it happen and keeping people safe and advertising. All of that money could probably feed several third world countries.
But, put that aside and look at your FB feed, Instagram, Twitter. Look at the news, pictures on your phone, the selfies you might have taken with your families. Then take your magic wand and delete the rioting Philly fans from after the game. They don’t count in this scenario.
I bet what you see are lots of smiling faces, food, beer, comradery. Perhaps some of those friends haven’t seen each other in awhile, haven’t watched anything together in awhile, haven’t gone out in awhile and the Super Bowl was an excuse to do all of those things. I think that’s what makes it special.
|Superbowl Party 2017|
It is for us. We usually do something for the Super Bowl. The past couple of years we have had people over to our house. Do you know how often we do that? I think I can count the number of times we have people here on one hand. We live in the boonies on a private road in the woods. We don’t even really know HOW to entertain! We have people over and it’s like the sky is falling. Corey is running around talking to anything in his vicinity and I am a cleaning maniac. We don’t know what to do with ourselves. But we do it for the Super Bowl, it’s fun, and it takes us a year to recover.
And this year’s broadcast was weird. All of it. I don’t think it was in the cards for the Pats to win anyway. The commentary was bad. Chris Collinsworth and Al Michaels? Annoying. Not to mention they got every call WRONG. If they said the call should be one way, it would undoubtedly be ruled the opposite. Then they would spend the next five minutes trying to justify their bad judgement.
And the commercials…there were a few funny ones; however, there were a few which left me scratching my head. How exactly does driving a Dodge Ram compare you to Martin Luther King, Jr? Our friend drives a Dodge Ram and he couldn’t tell us either. Sooo newsflash! Buying one won’t enlighten you. Or earn you a special day. You have to ACTUALLY be awesome for that.
Brady didn’t catch that pass. Then the Eagles ran the exact play perfectly. I don’t know…seemed like an omen. And Malcom Butler didn’t play? Man, that was a conversation we got to have every time the camera flashed to him standing on the sideline.
|A piece from WorDSMITHstudios
Their loss was our gain, because we got to see our friends and we had so much fun talking and laughing about all those weird things. Oh, how we laughed! And that’s all that matters to us in the end.
The laughs and the smiles and the food and the fun.