Now don't accuse me of being sexist because no one is more supportive of a woman doing whatever the hell she sets her mind to than me. If women want to do things that are typically thought of as male activities more power to them but whenever I see a woman at a football game I always wonder if she's really enjoying herself or if she's daydreaming about the things she could be doing if she hadn't told her boyfriend/fiance/husband/crush that she loves football. Oh the things we do to attract a man. I once told a guy in high school that I was crushing harder than my chair (I was chubby then) that I liked basketball and actually chose a team to proclaim was my favorite. To my surprise I had picked a team that was good but he never took an interest in me. I can't believe I sat through Space Jam for nothing.
In my memory I've only been to 4 football games in my life and each one was a homecoming game during my college years. I only went because everyone on campus went and it would be creepy to stay in the dorms alone. The tradition was to do a little tailgating beforehand and then proceed to sit through a 3-4 hour game in which one year it was so cold I honestly thought 3 of my toes had completely been frozen off. Since I went to a Christian school we didn't have the advantage of drinking alcoholic beverages before or during the game, unless of course you snuck in a flask (tisk, tisk Gabby) so I had to endure each and every moment of that experience completely sober. I will admit that if I was forced to choose between watching a game on tv or actually going to the game being their live does make things a little better because it's hard not to get caught up in the excitement when you are surrounded by a large group of people and your team is winning. The problem for me is I know absolutely nothing about the rules of the game so I never knew if things were going well or terribly wrong. I vowed to cheer when the person next to me cheered and boo whenever they booed. The entire atmosphere is bizarre. People were actually saying things to me like "Can you believe that call?" Once I decided that I couldn't believe it since I didn't know what it meant nor did I care, I simply replied in my most offended voice "No way, unbelievable!"
I have girlfriends that have actually told me they're excited that their spouses spent their tax return on season tickets to their alma mater's football games instead of a trip somewhere tropical or an obscenely over-priced handbag. I even have a girlfriend that gets so excited about baseball spring training she starts a countdown to it each year. What has happened to these women? Their love may be a result of a favorite pastime they spent with their father or grandfather. Many of them love entertaining so hosting a sports party is the perfect way to invite people into your home to show off your cooking skills. Perhaps they used to be a cheerleader and miss being on the sidelines taking in every moment of the game. Some of them maybe knew that they have the physical prowess to actually play on a team with the guys but were denied the chance so they live vicariously through the players. There are also a group of women who are simply in denial. They know it's the only way they will have the chance to spend time with their men during the season so they put on that hideous jersey and spend their Sundays screaming at referees through the television set telling themselves that they love it.
Whatever their reason, I hope everyone enjoys their Super Bowl Sunday. I plan to spend mine napping and watching last week's episode of Girls and Nashville on DVR. I'm actually really excited about that. I may dump some little weenies into a pot of BBQ sauce and put toothpicks in them in honor of my fellow females who will have a group of men in their basement sitting in front of a big screen (purchased for sporting events but mainly used for watching Keeping Up with the Kardashian marathons) and eating them out of house and home.
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