I have a
little confession to make: I am not a real big sports fan. Phew! What a relief. I feel much better now. It may come as a complete shock, but until Friday, I didn’t know who was playing in the Superbowl aside from the 49ers.
no disrespect here
Work sure showed spirit. We had nachos and most of us wore football jerseys today in honor of the Superbowl. Trying to make the best of it, I dressed in a 49ers tee shirt at work today. I even wore my lucky Cindy Brady pigtails and had a greasepaint under eye makeover for good measure. Overall, I resembled a
somewhat real fan.
Understanding the importance of who plays and/or wins this mega-game, I tried to watch at least a little bit. Yeah, the commercials are stellar, but who really understands what the heck is going on the field? Hard to follow, or pay continual attention, I began playing solitaire on my iPhone during parts of the game.
To be fair, I often turn to solitaire when completely bored out of my mind. It’s one of those brain-numbing activities that I can repeat for hours to stay awake or at least kinda present.
I’ve been to quite a few football games (mostly college or high school) and I don’t remember ever really watching any of them. As a college student, I mostly attended for the beer. It was time to strut wearing my sorority letters, chat with friends, eat and drink.
When Avery was a high school cheerleader, I was an assistant coach who went to every game without exception. I sat right next to the cheerleaders and watched them intently. It was far more interesting and easy to comprehend.
another excuse to be in costume?
I love costumes! Any chance I get, I wear my mermaid tail and have been seen as a zebra, vamp, glam princess, or whatever else I feel like at the time. Why not assume the identity of a football fan? Does it render me any less authentic by wearing a 49ers shirt? After all, San Francisco is probably my favorite city in the world.
I know people who take football (as well other sports) quite seriously. Throwing things when their favorite teams lose, their moods rely heavily on the luck or skill of the team. Without the love and support from these super-fans, the sport’s popularity may crumble. It is a symbiotic relationship at its core.
Although I didn’t drink any beer or have opportunity to wear my tail, there was a feeling of camaraderie among those of us wearing niners swag. We all posed together in pictures that were uploaded to Facebook and Twitter respectively. It gave us a chance to eat nachos together in the break room while lamenting when Baltimore (apparently the team playing against San Francisco) was winning.
Maybe I was a wannabe, poseur in a football jersey. I don’t regret it, as it was a lot of fun strutting about the store in pigtails and greasepaint. I wonder what the next dress up day will be like?
Did you watch/understand/care about the Superbowl? Are you a tried and true fan, or a wannabe like me? Share your best sports stories.