How I Pick My Superbowl Team

Anyone that knows me knows I do not watch football.  Fortunately my father is not a football fan and he really could care less about the game at all.  In fact, any football that is watched in this household comes from either me or my sister that want to watch a game.  That being said, I do make concessions for the Superbowl.  I will watch that game and I have enjoyed a couple years where the plays were good.  Though, until yesterday, I hadn’t actually ever watched the whole game.  So, clearly, I am not a huge football fan.

And if I watch a game, I have to pick a side I’m going to cheer for.  It’s too confusing to cheer for both sides.

Here is my strategy.

Do I like the colors?  Yep, I’m superficial. I choose teams by colors. When I don’t like either of the colors of either team, I pick the least offensive colors.  Really scientific. Terribly girly.

Has the team won the Superbowl recently?  If one team playing won  most recently, I will not root for you. You have to be a team that hasn’t won in a while.

Do you have a good name?  I don’t like certain team names. Partly because of association. Just because my family is from the Bay Area does not mean I will ever root for the Raiders. Sorry, but they go against every bone in my body.

And are you the Cowboys?  Don’t judge, but that is my ‘official’ team when I pick a team to cheer for. Is it for any logical reason?  Nope. I just like the colors and the cheerleaders.

But I’m thinking of changing my team.  But I’ll come back to that.

Here is how I picked my team this year.  It was an iffy choice.  Seahawks because my mother is from Washington, her friend was cheering for them because she’s from Washington, and I like the colors.  My cons were Sherman, not that I had actually see what his comments were. I just knew there was a controversy.

Then the Broncos.  I used to live in Colorado, and come on, don’t you have to cheer for a Manning brother?  Isn’t it like a prerequisite to cheer for one of the Manning brothers?  Cons, I hate the colors. I hate the term bronco, and  I never liked John Elway.

Well, I ended up cheering for the Seahawks because their plays were so incredible and they seemed like a better team.  It wasn’t until halfway through that I found out they had never won the Superbowl. That sealed the deal.  They were the decided underdog. I now had my team.

It doesn’t hurt that this game was one of the best games I have ever seen. I was shocked at Peyton Manning because, isn’t he supposed to be like one of the best QB’s ever?  Well, I was quite impressed with Russell Wilson and I really enjoyed that game.

And I think I may have my new team. I never thought I would move on from the Cowboys…. Not that I like them, but I just couldn’t get behind any other team.  I think maybe I now have a reason. No, I’m still not going to watch any more games other than the Superbowl.  Or the Rose Bowl, like I did this year, but hey, it’s fun to have a team.

Signing off,

~Kate

Sounds of My Childhood

Sometimes in life I go along not remembering little things from my childhood, even though I do attempt to remember as much as I can.  I suppose writing it down would be a good idea so that when I reach my parents age I’m not going, “What?”  However, I’m not that adventurous, the writing it all down part.  It just seems like too much to write down.

So I go along and something happens that brings back an insta-memory.  That happened last week. I woke to the sound of a hammer pounding on a two-by-four.  Ah, the sounds of building.  Our neighbor was getting a new outside staircase built and the carpenters start early around here.  Okay, 8 isn’t that early, but for me it is.

Okay, getting back to the pounding.  I grew up in housing developments.  My parents built a house when I was five and the whole neighborhood was a new developement.  After our house and the court was built, not long after the open land behind our houses became another developement.  So pounding was pretty common.  Along with that, I’ve lived in other areas where there was building.

Plus my father worked in the lumber business, the family company being a wholesale lumber yard.  Building and wood is in the genes and I have a fine appreciation for lumber and wood.  So, building, and the sounds of building take me right back to when I was a young girl.  It’s amazing how I miss that sound.

The second sound was yesterday.  Ah, Superbowl.  I hate football.  Never really appreciated the game.  Well, despite that, I watched the whole game yesterday, (Go Giants!) (yeah, yeah, I still have teams I root for even if I don’t like the game.  I just have this thing against Tom Brady. Sue me).  All four hours of the game, and it was actually really enjoyable.  I actually enjoyed the game.  The sound that took me back though, was the ref’s whistle. 

I heard it at some point in the game and even though I had been hearing it, that one time was like that moment in Ratatouille when Anton Ego takes the bite of ratatouille and Whoosh! He’s taken back to when he was a child.  Yup, that was me.

Ever holiday my family would gather at my grandparents house.  And all the holidays have a game on.  Especially Thanksgiving.  The game was always on as my grandfather is a big football fan, and my uncles always watched it too. My cousins (girls), sister and I would try to watch the game.  We’d pull out these giant corduroy pillows my grandmother had made, pile them on the floor in front of the tv, and try to understand what the heck was going on.  I never figured it out, and  even now I spit out  really bizzare  things that my parents shake their heads at. 

But the sound I remember the most was the whistles.  Maybe all the teams blurred into one.  Maybe all the years and games just are one big blur, clearly it is that way, and all I remember are the sounds of the whistles.

It’s a good sound.  I can bring it back now just thinking about it.  Same as the pounding of wood.  They are familiar sounds. 

I forgot how much I missed them.

Signing off

~Kate