I have a confession. And it’s shameful. Here it goes. I didn’t know what teams were playing in the Super Bowl until this past Saturday. (Picture me hanging my head.)
Now, to those that have known me for some time, like my parents, my sister, my besties and my husband, this isn’t very surprising news. They would probably laugh and shake their heads but not be all that shocked.
However, for Scott’s friends who are still getting to know the true depth of my girly-ness, they were shocked. It came out on Saturday at a bar with some of our NYC friends. Someone asked who I was rooting for in the Super Bowl.
My response? “Oh! We know what teams are playing in the Super Bowl?”
There was a lot of staring. I actually heard someone lean over to Scott and whisper in shock and awe, “Did that just happen?”
Yes. Yes, it did happen.
I suppose they are just surprised because last year I was up to date on the NFL happenings AND at this point last year I had hosted a playoffs party and was busy sending out emails about what everyone could bring to my Super Bowl party. So they thought Scott had landed himself a wife who was with it.
There’s one big difference between 2012 and 2013, my friends. And they are called the New York Football Giants. They got kicked out early in the playoffs and then all of a sudden Sunday afternoons were for West Wing marathons and not football in the Fitzgerald household. And lets be honest, if Scott isn’t keeping me informed about football, I’m not exactly seeking that information out on my own!
Sigh. I suppose I’ve brought shame to the Fitzgerald name. So who am I rooting for?
I remember the 49ers coach from watching him last year and he seems mean.
Growing up in Northern Virginia (aka Redskins land) I don’t have much love for the Ravens.
So. I will be rooting for the half time show and the yummy food!
Please still be my friend!