Football FeverSubmitted by fishyculture on Sat, 02/02/2013 - 09:08
The Cincinnati Bengals were formed in 1966. My father bought season tickets for a few years, they were cheap back then. I was 4, and I grew up with Bengal fever. Paul Brown lived in the town where I grew up, as did a handful of players, including Bob Trumpy and Bob Johnson, some big names back then. Brown's step-daughters were friends of mine. I'm telling you, I LOVED my team. By the time they made the Superbowl in 1988 for the FIRST TIME, I had a definite love-hate relationship with the team... But at the time, we were living in Cincinnati again while my husband and I went to college.
At the 2 minute warning, I ran and got my coat. I was shaking with excitement... He was going to stay with the kids, I was going to party with my home city. Then... skip to the 9:40 mark.
It still hurts... You would have had to lived the season as a Bengals fan to understand why I held Boomer responsible. I just became apathetic that day. I still would watch the occasional game, but the thrill was gone. My boss gave us his season tickets to attend a game the next season, so my husband and I went but the only part I really enjoyed was yelling at Boomer Esiason that he sucked. It was awesome - my boss had GREAT seats and Boomer could hear me. I know, bad sportsmanship, but I was bitter... lol!
I "woke up" in 2007, and when the Patriots faced the Giants in that Superbowl, it was the first time I really paid any attention to the game in years. I did not watch the game, I was merely struck by the possibility that this was some way to mock the masses... Warn us of the future with staged athletic events.
For Superbowl Sunday, we will work on the rocket mass heater. I did not even know who is playing, until I went for a hot soak and ran into a neighbor who is a big 49ers fan. His confession failed to evoke even a hint of anger, convincing me I am cured of my football fever... but it was what his girlfriend said that made my blood run cold. I still don't know who the other team is, but I understand the quarterbacks or coaches or some major player from the teams are brothers. This woman, in eager anticipation of the battle ahead, yelled "Brother against brother. Waaahhh-HOOOOO!"
I don't mean to rain on anyone's big game, just thought I'd share.
By the way, if anyone can find the footage of Horst Muelmann trying to be tricky and throwing the ball straight up in the air in a panic and posts it, I will love you forever.