Minibowl Sunday

Sometimes my life is just sad…….

I have been planning a Superbowl party for weeks! In my head I’ve been planning it for months, basically every day of the NFL Holiday Season I imagine myself clad in Red and Gold jumping up and down on my couch a-la-Tom Cruise as I scream tribal calls for the 49ers. In my head, they will forever be in the 90s-glory-years and Joe Montana will lead them to victory). I have chosen to selectively black out the last decade or so—don’t judge me. Cubs fans have been doing it far longer than that.

But this year, the unthinkable happened. The glory days returned. Win after win, my boys made me proud. I actually made the effort to watch more games in the season and held my head a little higher when people asked who my team was. And I began to think more and more about my epic Superbowl party! I would host a glorious feast complete with decorations and war paint.

And then a tragic thing happened……they lost in overtime of the final playoff game. They were this close to going to the Superbowl. And then Williams blew it…..twice……rough day for him. I may or may not have cried into my blanket and then spent the rest of the night moping. Like I said, this may or may not have happened…..

So close......and yet practically a continent away....

After their loss, I kind of downgraded my Superbowl party. The version in my head kind of dwindled to a few sad streamers and half-inflated balloons, while I cheered half-heartedly for the Giants.

Then today at work, my best friend Megan came to my desk and we began to plan the party.

“So Megan, I decided that it doesn’t matter whose house we have the Superbowl party at.”

“Oh it’s okay, we can do it at yours.”

“Okay, who should we invite?”

“I don’t care; whoever you want.”

“Well I don’t care either.”

“We could have it be just us…”

“Well that would save me the trouble of cleaning my house”

“And we could sit on the couch and eat whatever we want without judgment.”

“And I’d save money on food……and not have to cook.”

“Yeah we could just split a pizza and wine…”

“Okay that sounds good.”

So to sum up, what was once an out of control, slightly deranged with excitement Superbowl Sunday Love-fest 2012 will now consist of me and Megan downing a meal of solid carbohydrates as I cry into my wine for the niners loss……

Oh how the mighty have fallen…….