It’s a wrap for the NFL season, ladies and gentlemen. For everyone who doesn’t reside or root for the team from the great Northwest, the Super Bowl between Denver and Seattle was a bit anticlimactic. The much ballyhooed match up between the league’s #1 offensive and defensive squads failed miserably in living up to expectations. As I watched my Bronco lovin’ hubby suffer through one of the most lopsided defeats in Super Bowl history, I thought…just for a moment, mind you…that I was glad the misery of watching the final game of my Cowboys’ season was behind me. For the fans of 30 teams that resounding thud that hits the pit of your stomach when you realize that you won’t be watching your team for the better part of six months had come and gone long before the kickoff Sunday night. For the loser of the biggest game on the biggest stage, that thud just comes a few weeks later in front of the whole world.
Let’s get real, people. Even though the Super Bowl is heralded as an unofficial holiday, those of us who don’t have a dog in the show, so to speak, might find it more than a tad bittersweet. At my house Sunday afternoon, my son came meandering through the kitchen and wondered out loud why I was decked out in my favorite Cowboys sweatshirt when my team wasn’t playing. My explanation that donning another team’s colors for any reason on God’s green earth was unimaginable for a true, blue fan like yours truly didn’t garner nearly the impression from him that I had hoped. Instead, he headed to the fridge to grab one of the 12-pack of Orange Crush that I had purchased for my husband to enjoy during his big game. Since things didn’t go as he had planned, I am now left with the quandary of whether to stash the remnants of the offending beverage in the spare refrigerator in the garage, or leave them in the house to be a reminder of what might have been.
The highlight of the Super Bowl for me turned out to be the retelling in snapshots of our family vacation to the Big Apple last summer. Lousy football teams aside, NYC has to be one of the best cities to visit on the planet. After all the pregame pageantry, though, the game quickly turned into a hot mess. When the clock mercilessly hit zero and the Lombardi was handed off to Pete Carroll’s crew, nothing was left but the cold, black hole that is the off-season and the nervous dread of what strange decisions will come out of The Ranch when Draft Day arrives in April.
Jerry Jones and Jason Garrett took a break from their game of coaching musical chairs to make an appearance on the Super Bowl Red Carpet. The way things are going down in Big D, I fear that will be the only way Dallas will be represented at the Big Game for quite some time.
But I digress…it’s time now to move on to other things. There are the Winter Olympics, March Madness and Nascar to look forward to. You all will excuse me now… I have to go and try to find a container for my joy…