How Winning the Superbowl Is Like Losing Your Virginity

Hot damn, the Seahawks did it! We fucking KILLED THE BRONCOS yesterday in a total Rain City Redemption.

But can I be totally honest…

I was bored.

I love football. Not to the crazy chest-painting level, but definitely more of an appreciation than your average girl (whatever the hell that means). But yesterday’s game was exciting for maybe the first half, and then…snorefest. Even the commercials were over the top sappy and I spent my time texting some friends who were at least drinking on the East Coast at their Super Fan all-expenses-paid-party (did I mention the party I was at was dry? Yeah, maybe that contributed to my apathy).

When we left, Boof said “well, that was hyped up like Prom movies and I have that feeling of letdown like when you get to prom and realize that it’s really just not that cool.” I mean, don’t get me wrong, I loved winning, I loved hearing the fireworks and knowing that we FINALLY have a Super Bowl championship under our belt, but it kinda felt like losing one’s virginity in the back seat of a Dodge Dart. Ya know? Like, sounds good in theory (does it? really?), but isn’t as exciting when you’re experiencing it as you first thought.

At any rate, I’m glad we won. I hope we win again. But I was hoping for a little more spice. My buddy Russ said it perfectly, when he tweeted out “So, the NFC championship was the Super Bowl,” because THAT game was balls out amazing.

Though, can we talk for a second about Percy Harvin? Talk about a ferrari of a player! Looking forward to his continued contribution next year…

What were YOUR thoughts on the Super Bowl yesterday?

The Last Time the Seahawks were in the Super Bowl…

In 2006, I was living in New Delhi, India, and it just so happened that my home team, the Seattle Seahawks were in the Super Bowl. Because of the crazy time difference, I woke up at something ridiculous like 3am, to watch the game (hallelujah it was on! usually I’d only be able to watch cricket!), and nestled in to a very unusual Super Bowl party: middle of the night, with leftover Dominos pizza (yes, they have Dominoes in Delhi), all by myself. At around 5am, my flatmate came out to watch the game with me, but it was still just the two of us, though we did text a few other Americans we knew living around the country. It seemed like all the expats were watching the game, but I had a special stake in the game, being FROM Seattle (and the fact that it was our FIRST TIME EVER in the big game!).

Of course, we lost.

And I called in “sick,” from school that day. I’m sure I used it as an excuse to not go in, but still, I was millions of miles away from my friends and family and watching the game in the middle of the night, by myself, I felt so alone. And yet, I was mourning with all of the other ‘Hawks fans that day. We were robbed. And today is the day we hope for redemption.

It’s crazy how much has changed in 8 years.

I’ll be watching the Superbowl here, in Seattle, with my husband, and son, and a few acquaintances with kids (because our friends won tickets to NY to go to a Superbowl PARTAY!). Maybe I’ll order Dominoes for old times sake…