My Real Life

I’m not a huge sports fan, but if I had to pick a favorite sport, it would definitely be football.

Despite all of the tackling and time-outs, there is something very satisfying about a football game.

The players systematically make their way down the field in 4 downs.

If they don’t make it, the other team makes their way back again.

The football is thrown and caught, passed off and run.

It’s a very methodical game, and it appeals to my methodical mind.

Real Man is a Giants fan, and so if we’re watching football, I root for the Giants.

Except if they are playing the Browns, because I grew up in a Browns household and brown blood runs deep.

That’s gross.

My parents still make the drive out to Cleveland, from NJ, all fall, because they are Browns season ticket holders.

I’ll probably never see a Browns SuperBowl (sorry, Dad…you know it’s true), yet we occasionally get a Giants SuperBowl, however it doesn’t really matter.

I love SuperBowl Sunday.

Why?

Because, every year, my father-in-law comes over and we get subs and tons of SuperBowl snacks.

The monkeys get excited, and we all hang out in the living room, eating, talking, watching.

It’s a little bit like New Year’s Eve.

We talk through the game, then get quiet for the commercials, because if the Giants aren’t playing (or the Jets, as my father-in-law is a Jets fan) the outcome of the game isn’t really that important.

It’s not about the football.

It’s about the excitement of the monkeys, it’s about having my father-in-law here for the game, it’s about the anticipation of the commercials, it’s about the food, and it’s about tradition.

This year, I’m rooting for the 49ers, because, as those who follow the NFL may remember, the Ravens are the old Browns after Art Modell moved the team to Balitmore, leaving Cleveland Browns-less for a few years, and no self-respecting Browns fan can root for the Ravens, (and, after seeing a Behind the Scenes thing about Kaepernick, I’m a huge fan of his) but in the end, I’m just looking for a good game.

By the time you read this, the game will have been played, the snacks will have been eaten, and we’ll be up and out and off to start our new week, but you can be sure we enjoyed our SuperBowl Sunday.