Fly, Eagles, Fly!
This past weekend was the Super Bowl. I have never been a fan of football, but for years, my house was filled with football fans. Son #1 was a Minnesota Vikings fan, Son #2 was a Rams fan (when they were in St. Louis — now they are in Los Angeles, but that is not the reason why he is no longer a fan of theirs) and Son #3 was a Carolina Panthers fan.
Husband #1 is a New York Giants fan, which, apparently, is why he didn’t want the Philadelphia Eagles to win the Super Bowl, but they did anyway and that’s neither here nor there. Congratulations to all of my friends who are Eagles fans. Are you still reading this?
When you are a boymom, or at least in my experience as a boymom, watching and following sports was a huge part of my existence. Well, not so much watching, but I did have to follow. Why did I have to follow? Did you ask why? I will tell you anyway. You need to follow each of your son’s teams in order to determine the 24 hours that follow. Please allow me to explain.
If the Vikings played the Rams and the Rams won, Son #1 would be in a bad mood and Son #3 would get tackled because he would mock Son #1. Son #2 didn’t really care.
If the Vikings played the Panthers and the Vikings won, Son #1 would be in a great mood and Son #3 would get tackled because Son #1 would be in a great mood and he just felt like giving Son #3 a hard time. Son #2 would probably participate in that tackling scenario.
If the Rams played the Panthers and the Panthers won, Son #3 would be in a great mood and would still get tackled by Son #1 and Son #2.
Yes, there is a trend here.
I truly believe that the reason why Son #3 is taller than Son #1 and Son #2 has nothing to do with genetics, but everything to do with survival of the tallest. That’s just my scientific opinion. Though when they were all together for Son #3’s wedding last year, there was still some tackling, which just made me smile. (Thank God it was all fun and games and no one got hurt.)
As the in-house referee, I would have to be on high alert to prevent any trips to the emergency room. I would also know what kind of moods they would be in the next day and how easy or difficult it would be getting them to the bus in the morning. Sometimes I would have to wake them up extra early, because I knew it was going to be a challenge.
It became especially difficult if all their teams lost and all the games ended late. And though it drove me crazy at the time, I miss those times like crazy.
If Husband #1’s team loses, it doesn’t affect his mood. Come to think of it, very few things affect his mood. Which is surprising, considering he has been living with me for almost 30 years. Perhaps he is just immune to it all because he has lived with me for so long. Poor guy blah blah blah — please don’t feel badly for him. He isn’t the easiest to live with either. Just saying.
In any event, since my boys all have become Oreos and no one lives at home anymore, Super Bowl Sunday is like any other day of the week. I was really happy that it had snowed the night before because then I was out shoveling and not in the house feeling sad that no one lives at home anymore, and Husband #1 was sitting on the floor trying to do his taxes while watching the game all by his lonesome.
Usually I record the game so I can watch the commercials. This year, I didn’t even do that because the commercials weren’t that great last year, so why even bother? And you can find all the commercials on your phone, so who even needs to record anything? Ahh, the joys of technology.
And if this column was to you what the Super Bowl is to me, I hope you like my next one better….
Banji Ganchrow of Teaneck has never watched an entire football game, but she has eaten several entire pints of ice cream. To each their own!
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