Football has never really interested me. I have been to a handful of college football games, specifically to root on Uconn, as my family and I are dedicated fans of Uconn athletics. Watching a sport live definitely is the preferred method but I promised myself I would watch the Super bowl on TV at least once. So , as I had chosen to cheer on the Patriots, I got on all my New England gear, grabbed a bowl of chips and salsa, a comforter and of course a cup of tea. I’m really hardcore.
A friend of mine, Tori, came over to watch the game with me. He is a die-hard sport enthusiast and enjoys bothering me about watching ANY type of sport with him. I finally agreed to watch the Super bowl, as long as he promised not to use my living as a jungle gym. He has a habit of slightly over-reacting to plays and nearly broke an arm jumping on the couch when he was watching a previous game at home. His mother had to remind him that he was thirty-two years old and those type of antics were hardly necessary.
The game was taking place in Arizona this year, the New England Patriots versus the New York Giants. Tori predicted that the score would be 35/17 in the Patriots favor. It was a very cool game; I found myself cheering, “ooohhh-ing” and “aaahhh-ing,” though desperately trying to understand everything that was going on. Up until the last moment I was sure the Patriots would win, but to my disappointment, and the rest of the Patriots fans, the Giants won 17/14. After an entire season of being completely undefeated, the Patriots let the Giants go home with their win. The one time I watch the Super Bowl and my team loses! A real heartbreaker. Tori went home to “recover from the lose.” Maybe I’ll have to tune in next year, you know, just to see if the Patriots are keeping up…
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