My most favorite and least favorite day of the year has arrived!! The culmination of a great season of football and some hard-fought battles with the pigskin bring us to the moment that the Vince Lombardi trophy will be awarded. My efforts as “The Commish” in a 17-week long football pool as well as a playoff pool also come to an end at the pinnacle of the football season. It is a bittersweet day.
Superbowl Sunday is like my Christmas day. I awake excited knowing what the day will bring and can’t wait to unwrap the gift of football. Unlike Christmas day, however, I fidget throughout the day in anticipation of the moment I can sit in front of my television set and scream obscenities at will. My dog has had four weeks of pre-season, seventeen weeks of regular season and three weekends of playoff games to learn how to properly tune out the expletives that undoubtedly cascade from my lips.
This year’s rivalry between Denver and Seattle should be a close game and a well fought battle. The pure, raw desire for each of these teams to reign supreme is evident on the field and the energy is palpable from both sidelines. The deeply etched scars of the carnage on the field are proudly worn as badges of honor, but there is another carrot dangling ever so close to Peyton Manning besides putting his lips on the Vince Lombardi trophy. Should the Denver Broncos emerge victorious, he will be the first quarterback in the NFL to win a second Superbowl championship throwing for two different teams.
Superbowl Sunday has become one of the most anticipated sporting events. There is something so enticing about the spirit of Superbowl Sunday. Even if you are not a fan of the game, the camaraderie and the game-day snacks are enough to draw in a crowd, if only to nibble the offerings and watch the commercials!
When the game is done, the trophy is presented and the celebration is carried on beyond the cameras, there should be a rehabilitation program for dedicated fans, like myself. I admittedly feel a sense of loss and wander aimlessly on the Sunday following Superbowl trying to overcome that loss. The sudden deviation to absolutely no football requires an intense effort to fill those weekend hours and I am forced to find sufficient entertainment to fill the void. Thank God for blogging!
But for now, I will focus on Superbowl XLVIII – the throw down between the Broncos and the Seahawks. It’s gonna be loud, it’s gonna be tense and it’s gonna be the Broncos 34 and the Seahawks 28. Happy Superbowl Sunday!!
PS: If you’re looking for me next Sunday, I will be signing up for an out-patient program for football withdrawal.
I’ve talked about restructuring the sports schedule to make up for that annual lull in February and March. I mean would it kill them to push the schedule back two weeks so that the Super Bowl is held on Presidents Day weekend?
Let me know if it works. (I’ll be the one rocking back and forth in the corner.)
Enjoy the game! 😀
Your bang on about how you don’t have watch (or even like) football to enjoy the Super Bowl. The Grey Cup in the CFL is the same way, albeit not to the same scale. They just have this contagious effect that makes it fun. Totally didn’t expect the Seahawks blowout though…
Why not follow international golf?
That game is an excellent excuse for swearing.
I didn’t ned to see the game ’cause a porcupine told me Seattle had it in the bag.