I am so NOT a football fan.... Never watch it... So when Super Bowl Sunday came - I thought I would rest.... watch a chic flick.... read.... sleep.... Anything but watch the game... I am a Rebel... So, the husband and kids went to our neighbors to watch the game.... Right when I got into a pretty good REM cycle - the phone rings...
Dusty (husband) - "When do you think you can come over?"
Me whining "I don't wanna - I'm resting..."
Dusty - "The girls will come get you at half time"
Me: "Um - no thanks..."
Then the anti-neighborly guilt hits me.... so I walk over to the neighbors -thinking I'll only be there for a while.... I have to be friendly - ya know.... I am glad I did... The game was incredible - right from the moment I sat down to watch - close scoring... good plays.... I was on the on the edge of my seat.... All along I wanted the Saints to win mostly due to the fact most of my friends were Colt fans and I had to be the "Rebel" - yeah me.. The game got so good - I was up jumping and yelling and clapping - Dusty looked at me as if I were insane...
In this instance - I was a football fan for the day (Dusty don't get any ideas) I was very touched at the end when one of the star player (don't ask me the name - I don't watch football, remember) was holding his toddler (the baby had headphones on) and tears were in the players eyes.... just thinking about that moment makes me well up too.... What an incredible moment to share with his family...
