Is it true we can't say Super Bowl anymore? Well, call it whichever you will, I watched the first half of the Big Game last night, nonstop to the point where the big Pittsburgh Steeler ran back a fumble for a touchdown. It was the longest play in Super - oops - Big Game history: 99 yards.
Now, I have not watched a single, NFL game all season. I had no business watching this, let alone choosing sides! But my mother had been regaling us all through dinner with stories of Kurt Warner's amazing foray into pro football (he was a bagger at the local grocery store for God's sake!), and every other phrase out of her mouth was, "God bless you, Kurt Warner," and I was highly annoyed but ultimately swayed to throw my support to the Cards. Who lost. In the last 35 seconds. But I did not see this because I quit watching sometime in the third quarter, in keeping with my true, fair-weathered fan, self.
I love watching football with my dad. He is a true fan, and he can look at the plays and tell you exactly what happened, what should have happened, and what's likely to happen next, but not in a way that ruins the game like my mother with her God-bless-you-kurt-warner mantra. My parents left at halftime because they never stay later than 8:00 and they also hate Bruce Springsteen. I flipped over to the Puppy Bowl, Animal Planet's attempt to cash in on the Big Game, so I'm not sure if Bruce exposed a breast (or anything else). Seeing the puppies playing football made me wish I could spend a whole day playing with puppies. It would be messy but therapeutic.
Final score: Steelers 20, Cardinals 14.
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