Lets get one thing straight: I am not a football fan.
It is not that I do not have any appreciation for the sport … because I do.
My inability to call myself a “fan,” instead resides in the truth that I am more likely to be the girl sitting on the couch and reading a book while everyone else watches the big game.
I once joined my younger brother’s football poll just so I would not appear to be a complete party pooper. But I ended up winning, and when everyone turned away from the screen to tell me I had won a few buckaroos, I was passed out on the couch, sound asleep.
That is how much I love football.
But yesterday, I watched. My fiance and I made a bunch of snacks — my mom loves his bruschetta — and went over to my parents’ house to watch the Super Bowl, Pariots vs. Giants. I don’t know if it was the good food and a nice glass of wine, or the chance to see the underdog win, but I was actually excited to watch the game.
I found myself engaging in behaviors I did not know I had inside of me. I was yelling at the screen, doing cheerleader-esque dances, and even pointing at the television and screaming, “In your face, Brady!”
I know I was acting out of character because, at one point, I actually caught my fiance looking at me with wide eyes and a “Huh?” expression on his face.
But here is the really interesting thing that happened to me last night: I learned something from football.
Who woulda thunk it?
But I mean, if you think about it, how cool is it — unless you are a Patriots fan — that the Giants won when they really did not stand a snowball’s chance in hell? The Patriots came into the game with an undefeated season, and Tom Brady’s arm and ass — most people were positive they would win.
It was so nice to see the underdog prevail. To see them prove all of the naysayers wrong. To let everyone out there who was watching know that they, too, can say, “Oh, really? You think I am not a Super Bowl-winning quarterback? Well, here is what I think about that.”
Well, maybe not in those exact words, but I think you understand what I mean.
I felt like singing and dancing and rejoicing. I was so happy to see these people pull through; these people who, when it comes right down to it, do not play a huge part in my life.
But as I was driving home that evening — and Dan was still looking at me with wide eyes — I realized my merriment was not necessarily because of the Giants’ win. Even though I was happy for their victory, I was more glad to have one more person, group of people and cause behind me.
You see, this game, while seemingly trivial, is the reason why people like me and you succeed. Because this victory shows anyone that, as corny as it may seem, where there’s a will, there’s a way, baby.
In the end, it does not matter if the entire world tells you you are a fool. If you and I actually think our plan is unbreakable, unstoppable, undeniable, and we put all of the faith in the world behind it … well, then, there is no one to tell us otherwise.
Rock-hard ass or not.
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