My husband is from the upper peninsula of Michigan which apparently, this weekend, meant he is from Green Bay. Football fervor hit our house in an unprecedented way. I’m not much of football fan. In fact, I’d estimate that about 100% of my Super Bowl knowledge this year came from reading Some Species Eat Their Young (The Super Bowl and Prop Bets: Will Raji’s Pants Hold? was particularly enlightening). I always watch the Super Bowl but, no surprise here, it’s for the commercials. (That kid in the Darth Vader suit was my hands-down favorite this year.)
But this year my husband was excited that our team was playing. Our team! I’d missed the part of our wedding vows where I swore to support the Packers but apparently it was in there.
So, I decided to join in the Packers frenzy. I started by getting the kids excited about THE PACKERS! Our team! From almost-Michigan! It backfired a bit though; I’d forgotten that there’s a fine line between whipping my kids into a metaphorical frenzy and an actual frenzy. The girls became Packers cheerleaders and the entire first quarter of the game was watched with them doing leaps and “Go Packers” cheers right in front of the TV. They did occasionally forget the word Packers and would replace it with the word Diggers. “GO DIGGERS BEAT THE SEELERS!” This was a bit hard for Keith to take, being from Green Bay and all.
I tried to explain foot ball to the kids but that didn’t go too well. It was just too much effort to try and answer questions like these:
Then came the half time show. This is how we do half time at our house.
My husband, through gritted teeth, suggested that the kids go to bed after the halftime. I agreed; he deserved to at least watch the Diggers play uninterrupted for the last half. My only regret is that I wasn’t recording my husband for the last minutes of the game. He was a bit happy with the results. (By this point the Super Bowl had become the background sound to the book I was reading.)
Fortunately for me Clay over at EduClaytion posted How To Discuss The Super Bowl Even Though You Didn’t Watch so I will sound like I actually watched the game and not just my football frenzied family. That is if I ever have an adult conversation again because we’re home for the sixth snow day in a row. THE SIXTH. But I digress …