Exciting game, how about those Steelers, yadda yadda yadda.
Look. I'm from Arizona. I could've told everybody exactly how this game would end up: with the Cardinals losing. I almost didn't bother to ask one of my customers today how it was going. When I did, and he told me the Cards were blowing it, I merely laughed a knowing laugh. "Were you rooting for them?" he asked.
"Heck no. I was sorta rooting for the Steelers, honestly - they played on mah birfday."
I was put on this earth to ruin Superbowls, actually. Lo these many years ago, when my mother was preggers with her first and only, she told her doctor, "I want to have a healthy baby girl on Sunday." I'm not sure what the Sunday obsession was - my mother's never been a particularly religious woman, but that was the day she picked.
The doc checked the calendar, and said, "That's nice, Linda. You can have a healthy baby girl on any Sunday but Superbowl Sunday."
Oh, you know what's coming, don't you? Guess who was born 13 minutes after the kickoff.
Luckily for my father, this was in the days before fathers were expected in the delivery room, but no such luck for the doc. By the time he finished up, there wasn't much left of the game, and this was in the days before VCRs. Poor bugger.
Maybe that connection to the Superbowl should have led to a lifelong fascination, but I still can't tell you who was playing (aside from the Steelers) or who won (I *think* it was the Steelers). I don't think I've ever seen a Superbowl, merely interrupted one. My game's never been football. I can watch Nascar and Indy start-to-finish, I'm a sucker for the horses (steeplechasing always preferable to flat racing, o' course, but I take what I can get round here), and I adore Quidditch. That's my limit. For fuck's sake, I find golf more fascinating than football.
But every year, another Superbowl is played, and I get to regale folks once again with the story of my birth. Which is reason enough to enjoy the happy event, as long as I don't have to watch it.
P.S. Go here for the most succinct and accurate description of football evah.
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People keep exclaiming that baseball is such a slow game, but to me, football is the slowest. Oh sure, there's about five seconds of very rapid movement on every play, but in between plays there are what seem like interminable delays for penalties, injuries, audibles, player substitutions, and so forth.
In baseball, if someone's on base, there's always something going on. There's often something going on even when there's no one on.
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