I screamed the Patriots into the Superbowl
by Cheryl, posted on January 23rd, 2012 in Just me
David took Sage to ice skating lessons. And then to softball practice, where he had to hand out photo packets and hit-a-thon envelopes, which is clearly the job of the team mom. Except this Sunday, the team mom was WAY too busy at home – screaming her lungs out for the New England Patriots in front of her TV. It was the AFC Championship against the Baltimore Ravens. I couldn’t miss it.
Maybe there seems something wrong in the cosmic order when it’s the woman who is the rabid football fan, specifically of the Patriots. But I guess David knew what he was in for when he married a sportswriter. I mean, if you don’t love sports, you probably shouldn’t make a career out of it. And if you don’t want your wife to love sports more than you do, also don’t marry someone who does what I did for a living.
I never covered an NFL beat. I did cover one Super Bowl, in Miami, when I worked in Palm Beach. I was one of a posse of reporters from my paper, and my seat was outside the press box, in the stands. When I went below to get interviews, it rained, shorting out my computer. I had to dictate on deadline. That was good times. Who says the job isn’t glamorous?
I grew up in Connecticut on the Patriots and Steve Grogan and white helmets with a red-white-and-blue patriot in a three-point stance, ready to hike the football. I bowed out for the Victor Kiam years, especially after the harassment of my lovely, beautiful and crazily-talented friend Lisa Olson. And then when Robert Kraft took over, I was back.
And now I live as far away from New England and Foxboro as I can and still be in the continental U.S. I can’t find any Patriots gear out here, but I have found friends who’ve grown up in New England and we cheer from afar. I *might* yell loud enough during games to be actually heard a few thousand miles away. Ahem.
My sister, who lived in Boston for years but now lives outside Philly, becomes so nervous she watches via computer rather than on TV. We frantically texted each other, because my sister and I wave the Patriots fan freak flag equally as high.
What else is there other than sports that can bring out such passion, such heartache, such elation, such incontinence, all within a few minutes or even seconds of each other?
Nothing. Which is why I love it.
I might have to be sedated for the Super Bowl. But then it just wouldn’t be as fun.
I’ll just stock up on Depends.
Tags: Baltimore Ravens, fan, incontinence, New England Patriots, Superbowl









Cheryl Reply:
January 23rd, 2012 at 2:23 pm
I would respond to this, but I have, in fact, flat-lined. Also, I saw pigs flying overhead.
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