I Can't Lose

I am really not very interested in football but in the name of marital harmony I watch the Super Bowl with Big E.

Usually I root for whoever he roots for, after all he is my husband and he actually cares who wins. And as odd as it seems I really get into it. I even feel bad if his team doesn't do well and get all excited if they win, like last year. I don't remember who played but I do remember they pulled it out at the last minute and I lost my voice screaming.

But this year it doesn't matter who wins. I am a long term fan of the Steelers. I think it has something to do with me starting to like boys around the same time Franco Harris was playing. He was so FINE. ( My very first BIG crush looked just like him)

Of course, during my quarter of a century in Cleveland I had to supress that and embrace the Browns, which I did very well. I learned to like 'em even when that was tough to do. Couldn't love my husband without loving them.

But now I live in Phoenix. I like the Cards now because:
1. I live here and that makes them my team and
2. everyone gave them such grief for so long (I'm a big fan of the underdog.)

So the beauty of this Super Bowl is no matter what happens it's all good. Even if my new home team (The Cards) fall I still have my leftover purely emotional and probably somewhat psycho-sexual admiration for the Steelers to fall back on.

So I am going to spend the afternoon with Big Man, and watch a game I can't lose.

It's a good day.