Monday, February 6, 2012

Super Bowl XLVI (Or Why My Husband Is A Great Guy)

In case any of you are living under a rock (or you hate football in which case I don't blame you) yesterday was Super Bowl XLVI, which in Latin means New England was playing New York and no one outside of those two areas really cared.

My husband is a football guy. It's the only sport he enjoys watching (he refers to baseball as Major League Boring) and the New England Patriots are his team. As a child growing up in Massachusetts, he was used to them being losers. The Patriots never went to the Super Bowl, and if they did, they lost. That is until 10 years ago when they went and beat the St. Louis Rams 20-17 thanks to a last minute field goal kick by Adam Vinatieri (I cannot tell you how much is pains me that I know this).

It was during this game that I saw how much of a football/Patriots fan my husband was. During that last minute kick, he was on the living room floor on his hands and knees watching the game like his life depended on the Patriots winning.

I was a little shocked, to say the least. I mean really...this was the man I married and had a child with? We had been married 7.5 years by that time and I'd NEVER seen him act this way. Over anything. Including me. So yeah, it was shocking.

Last night was the fourth trip to the Super Bowl for the Patriots, so I figured we'd have a party...a Super Bowl soiree, if you will. But seeing as we live on the East Coast and the game didn't start until 6:30 PM and everyone had a job to be at the next morning, it ended up being a smaller affair...

It was me, my husband, our daughter, my sister-in-law and my niece.

That's right. My football fan of a husband spent the night watching his team play in the Super Bowl with four girls. Make that five. The cat is a girl too. At least she used to be.

And the mere fact that he watched the entire game with us and never once commented about being surrounded by so many females on a very manly night is exactly why my husband is such a great guy.

That and a few other things, but I shan't discuss them here because really...something should remain private between a husband and wife. 

Love you babe.


  1. I love this post. So, so much. I'm sure that even given a choice, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. :)

  2. Aaaaaw <3. Sweet :) As for comparing my reaction to you to my reaction to the first Super Bowl... First it's untrue... Second you score in a wildly different way :)

    1. I had no idea who had written this at first so I was a tad bit confused & a little freaked out. But now I know who it is...first, liar liar pants on fire & second, thank you.

  3. Glad youre doing this again Jen. I used to take a few minutes out of each work day to check out Scrappin' Jenny. I want to read about you eating Apfelkaka at Ikea again. It helps get me through the workday. ;)

    1. You just made my day. Seriously. Love you and miss you.