Tag: Super Bowl

It’s (Something) Bowl Sunday

Sure, it’s the Super Bowl.  But it’s also the Puppy Bowl.  And apparently the Lingerie Football League also had its championship game today.  (And the Philly Passion lost.  Boo.)

I watched part of the Puppy Bowl for the first time ever today.  The puppies were cute as all hell, but the announcer was terrible (not to mention the music and fake crowd noise).  It made me feel incredibly guilty for never watching the Puppy Bowl while (the late, great) Harry Kalas was calling it.  Afterwards I felt compelled to search for old Puppy Bowl footage on YouTube, like this clip from Puppy Bowl IV that features a little bit of Harry the K.  At least hearing Harry’s voice in the clip didn’t bring me to tears, which is more than can be said for Harry’s Wikipedia page.  Seriously.  I started tuning the game out during the fourth quarter (when it seemed like the Patriots had the game locked up) and decided to read Harry’s Wiki page.  And then all of a sudden I was crying actual tears while reading Harry’s call of the last strike of the ’08 World Series (which, by the way, is permanently seared into my brain).  Actually, the whole Memorable Calls section of his Wiki page was getting to me.  It’s amazing how many of those calls I am actually familiar with.

Anyways, this is getting all mopey and sad.  Leave it to me to start out at the Puppy Bowl and end in tears.  By the time I stopped reading Harry’s Wiki page, Ahmad Bradshaw was in the process of scoring a touchdown he didn’t really want to score.  That grabbed my attention.  Then I had the great “pleasure” of watching the Patriots receivers choke their little hearts out, allowing Eli freaking Manning and the New Jersey Giants to win another damn Super Bowl.  I know I had written earlier about rooting for the Giants again, but I changed my mind.  What I really wanted was for both teams to lose.  Obviously that was never going to happen.  (Boo.)  Once I accepted that fact, I had to pick a team to root for just for the sake of having a team to root for, and I was already feeling icky about rooting for the Giants.  Then I read this article that made some good points in favor of Eagles fans rooting for the Patriots.  So I rooted for the Patriots.  And they lost.  Dammit.  If I’m going to lower myself to root for one of the most evil franchises in sports, the least they could’ve done was win.

On the bright side, I enjoyed Madonna’s halftime show far more than I thought I would.  Thank God she played more old stuff than new.  (But did she really have to play “Music?”  I hate that song more than most.)  I got to see a trailer/commercial for the Avengers movie (yay Joss!).  And I finally opened the bottle of wine I bought last week.

Until tomorrow.


Worst Football Day Ever

So it’s a Giants-Patriots Super Bowl rematch blah blah blah.  Today’s games literally could not have ended any worse as far as I’m concerned.  I think God is punishing me for rooting for the Patriots against the Broncos last week.  But I can’t regret it.  For the love of all that is good and holy, Tebow-mania needed to die a fiery death.  Not that I’m relishing the thought of two weeks of “rematch” talk.

Just like last time, I’ll be rooting for the Giants in the Super Bowl, which will make me something of an aberration amongst Philly sports fans (unlike last time, when the desire to see the Patriots’ perfect season go up in flames overruled the divisional hatred for the Giants).  But I can’t help it, I hate the Patriots more than any team that isn’t the Cowboys.  Bill Belichick?  Tom Brady?  Don’t get me started.

And this was just the last thing I needed today after the crappy way my day started.  Yes, I’m talking about Joe Paterno’s death.

I started crying as soon as I found out he’d passed and it took at least 20 minutes for the tears to fully stop.  It probably didn’t help that I spent those 20 minutes reading other people’s reactions to the news on Twitter.  It’s kinda surprising, given JoePa’s Twitter death and resurrection last night, that I didn’t feel more prepared for the news.  But here’s the thing, for my entire life, JoePa felt like a grandfather to me, so it’s not really that surprising that I felt like my grandfather had died.  (And a tip of my hat to whoever it was on Twitter who made a “grandfather” comment and helped me figure out how I was feeling.)

Maybe it’s weird that I was so deeply affected even though I’m not a Penn Stater.  But I feel like I am a Penn Stater by proxy, what with all my friends and family (brother, mother, uncle, grandfather) who are Penn Staters.  At the very least, I am a Penn State fan by birth.  Hell, I can’t imagine how anyone could grow up in PA and not be a Penn State fan.

So rest in peace, Joe.  I’m sorry things ended for you the way they did, but at least now you’re free.

Until tomorrow.