I don’t know about you but I have been waiting for this day since February 1, 2009.
Despite the sexual assaults accusations (that were later dropped), or that I don’t really like Miami (OH), I’m looking forward to what Ben Roethlisberger will have to offer today, during Super Bowl XLV. Sure there is more to football than a quarterback, but there’s also little football without one. Ward, Polamalu, Taylor, Farrior, Harrison, Moore, Wallace and others are just as needed in this team as Big Ben is.
But what is the Super Bowl?
The Super Bowl is a well-established tradition. A hint of this is that even those without a team watch. And even those with lack of love for football watch.
It is an excuse to celebrate another day- or personally, to take a break from studying for midterms.
It’s a drinking game. One shot for every completed pass, four for every interception.
It’s a longing. To make every second count hoping that miracles would come true, because you’ve never needed them as much as in the last two minutes of the fourth quarter.
It’s a desire. To watch your team rise and shine despite of how good the other team may be.
It’s about glory. Because if your team wins, you get to brag about it for a whole year.
It’s a party. Because even those you haven’t seen in a while want to watch it with you, and you’ll probably find there are people in your house you’ve never seen before the game started.
It’s a winning moment. Because even if your team isn’t playing, half of the players in each team are in your fantasy team.
And it always involves a fight. Because no one can stand to lose.
Bring the beers and the guacamole, sit back and enjoy. But mark my words (or mock me afterwards), this one is a Steelers one!
-Mrs. This One