And so I sat there... Watching in awe as my heart beat at a steady and at a somewhat slow pace. A peanut butter and jelly sandwhich filled my stomach as the couch occupied most of my afternoon. ESPN brought me glorious things I could barely comprehend. A marathon of almost all the SuperBowl games of previous years filled my brain.
Being born only 16 years ago, I was never able to witness such great emotions in football at such a young age. Today was the day that voide in my brain was filled. I had a nice empty slot reserved for football and the knowledge I learned from re-run after re-run of SuperBowl games filled that slot nicely.
I sat there for a good 9 hours. Taking an hour off to do something better with my life every once and a while. However most of the day was spent right there. Snug in the soft comforting couch. I now have time to write this little blog because SuperBowl XL was on and we all know what happened there. Im a Seahawks fan and this was one re-run I knew all to well.
With all this knowledge nesseled in my brain, I started to ponder the game I would see the next day. My brain had ideas on what would happen, but my heart was looking otherwise. I have always rooted for the underdog. Always. My heart had allready decided I would chear for the Giants.
Then I took a deep look into previous years. I have never been a Giants Fan. I have never been a Yankees fan. I have always been a Boston fan. I then looked at Tom Brady and Bill Belichick. Whith Brady shows class and posture in everything he does, and good ole' Bill showing he knows what he wants with his nicely cut sweatshirts. I started to think of how much I truley loved New England.
While in my previous video blog I state I am good and ready to chear on the Giants, I sit here today to tell you my heart has changed. Tomorrow, My father, and I, will sit and chear on the 18 and 0 Patriots. I will sport my Hawks jersey because I will always love em. But my screams will be for the now infamous Brady and Co.
Enjoy the SuperBowl Everbody ~ Ryan
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