“All that I wanted were things I had before.
All that I needed I never needed more.
All of my questions are answers to my sins.
All of my endings are waiting to begin.”
From Circle by Slipknot
February 6th, 2010
The Saints and the Colts play in the Super Bowl tomorrow. I took the day off. I asked for it off last year but the leave request got lost. This will be the first Super Bowl Sunday I will have had off since the last time the Colts were in the Super Bowl. I’m rooting for the Saints. I’m not a Saints fan per se, nor am I pulling for them simply because they’ve never gone to the Super Bowl or because they’re the underdogs. It’s both those reasons as well as the fact that my brother is a Colts fan. At least he was when he and I watched Super Bowl XLI. He’s a wagoneer. Growing up we were both Broncos fans. Then, when the Buffalo Bills started going to the Super Bowl, he was a Bills fan. A few years ago he became a Colts fan. When the Broncos were on their run early in the season, he was a Broncos fan. Me—I’ve been a fan of the Orange Crush since Craig Morton was their quarterback.
We were both Chicago Cubs fans growing up, too. Raised on Harry Carey. A few years ago, he became a Red Sox fan. Something that really kind of made me mad… my dad and step-mom went to Chicago recently and I asked them to get my sons a Cubs souvenir if they felt so inclined. We had a family get together in September. They gave my brother the Red Sox fan a Cubs Hall of Fame t-shirt and a few plastic souvenir cups. My sons got nothing. My brother was nice enough to offer two of the cups to me. Whatever.
Now, if the Cubs don’t make it to the World Series, I’m rooting for whichever team is the most un-Red Sox-ish. If my Broncos don’t get to the Super Bowl, I’m rooting for anyone who isn’t the Colts—even if it means pulling for my wife’s Cowboys. Luckily, this year I don’t have to do that. So, ‘Who dat?’ Who dat wagoneer?
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