Cluelessness
To declare myself a football fan would be baffling. To evidence myself making an effort in the use of any sports related jargon would simply ensue hilarity – albeit, since two weeks prior, I will gladly look to future Super Bowl events.
Now you may wonder, how did such an unbeliever suddenly become receptive to what once sounded like such babble?
Secret
Completely immersed in the game. Photo: Charm Lee
It wasn’t the Giant’s honed athletic abilities (sorry, fanatics), or the players’ amazing physical attributes (again, sorry), it was simply the sort of fellowship I was able to share with all of my friends under the unity of a common goal.
Sure, it may sound cliché, and even very blasé, but I truly believe I have discovered the secret behind the victimization of those to the utter passion of the Super bowl.
Recap
Giants paraphernalia. Photo: Charm Lee
The atmosphere of the gathering I was a part of screamed conformity from the very start – everyone had on a t-shirt bearing the Giants logo, and for the ignorant, like myself, we at least sported supportive colors to avoid feeling left out. If that wasn’t enough, there were branded balloons and disposable utensils littering the house, and other such paraphernalia.
As we were seated and, watching the game, those who were most severely victim to the football fever were in front, unaware of anything else but what was on the TV field. If their heat was as a literal flame in that it was quickly spreading, those of us who were once indifferent were like flammable paint.
Super Bowl food. Photo: Charm Lee
Victory
When the Giants won, we all won. Regardless of how false the pride induced in us were, the very presence of an “us” was highly addictive and enjoyable. Not to mention that the food was awesome.
