“You’re breaking the house rules!”
“House rules?” I raised my eyebrows at him and propped myself up on the couch with my sore elbow, adding a wince to the eyebrow raise. “What house rules would those be?”
“I’m the man of the house and I determine who we root for in the football!”
“The football?”
“You know what I mean.”
What did I care, Saints from Vikings? Absolutely not a bit. But when the latter scored a touchdown to tie up the game yet again, I made the mistake of letting out a, “There ya go!” with just a little too much enthusiasm. Look, I just like a close game. In playoff football – where your (fella’s) team is no longer playing off – it adds the only bit of excitement there is. And excitement I need. See also: tired of football.
“I can’t cheer for Minnesota because they beat Dallas last week?”
“Exactly.”
“But, doesn’t it sound better to say you lost to the dudes going to the Superbowl, rather than just another buncha losers who also lost to the dudes going to the Superbowl?”
“No. We hate the Vikings.”
I shook my head. But I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. If there’s no crying in baseball, there is no reason in football. I mean, after all, this is a sport where we call a 400lb Baby Huey in a jersey an athlete just because he’s too big to be pushed around by actual athletes. Which, really should be the jumping off point for all of my expectations about the game. It’d save a lot of head shaking.
BOOOOOO…we LOVE the Vikings in our house!!! I laughed out loud at the Baby Huey line, though – so incredibly true.
WHO DAT!!!! Sorry, I’m a hardcore Saints fan and last night was one of the most emotional moments my life.
Geaux Saints! I was nearly in tears for the entire last quarter and all of overtime. The Saints finally get to go to the Superbowl!
I was in tears when we won!! Then I danced on a bar in celebration!!!! Who Dat!!!!
Victory, thy name is Drew Brees. Though it would have been cool to have the Vikings win the Super Bowl, making Favre the only QB to win on two different teams. I was rooting for the Saints though. Brees won all of my fantasy games for me this year. I’ll be rooting for them in the Super Bowl too.
Your logic is the same one we always used at my house; if our team lost (which they ALWAYS did; I’m from Detroit :-/), we would end up hoping that whoever beat them kept going, so we could say we lost to the guys who beat everybody else, too.
Totally agree with the Baby Huey bit.
) I’m not a fan of football, can you tell?
I almost shot my neighbors yesterday because for every touchdown or good play for the Vikings, I was serenaded with the Vikings Fight Song…over and over and over…..
While I appreciate a good game and respect any “fan” of the game, I’ll be much happier once the Super Bowl has ended.
Is it just me or did this feel like a really long season? Just wondering….
PS: When I went to bed last night… I thought the Super Bowl teams were the Jets and the Vikings. Yup, that’s just how involved I am.
Oh, yeah…see, therrre’s yer problem. You got you a Cowboys fan. Only one thing to do: gonna need to send him to rehab for that, to see if you can turn him into a green-blooded Packers fan or a 49ers fan. The Packers are fan-owned, which is much more American than “‘Merrkuz Team”. And you’d enjoy life as a 49ers fan – - tailgating with Merlot and grilled flank steak, amuse bouche and a cheese course before kickoff…
It’s like that in our house too. I wasn’t allowed to root for the Jets b/c the man dislikes them more than Manning. It’s a guy thing with the NE/NY rivalry component…
Another non-lover of The Football here. I just don’t care, unless one team in the Superbowl is a huge underdog/hasn’t won a Superbowl ever or in a really long time. Then I’ll root for them. (Unless it’s the Cowboys. I will NEVER cheer for the Cowboys.) So I’m rooting for the Saints.
And nipping at the heels of the football is the endless, ENDLESS cacaphony of squeaking sneakers on hardwood..the basketball, pro and college, including March Madness. Where incessant, inane yammering is perfected into an art form by the announcers. By May I shall be all out of heavy sighs and the ability to roll my eyes even one more time.
Ugh. Nothing is more annoying to me than people who obsess over professional sports. It’s empty and pointless, embarrassing even- I don’t get it at all.
FYI – here’s how out of touch I am with football: when I saw the title of this post, I wondered whether it had anything to do with the history of Catholicism in Norway. (:))