Super Sunday

Superbowl Sunday is one of my favorite days of the year. My kids always seem to cheer for opposing teams. My husband gets in on the action. I cheer for whoever the underdog is (though if the Carolina Panthers or Cleveland Browns ever make it, I'll cheer for them).

I love the discussion that leads up to the Superbowl. "Who're you pulling for?" (That's how they ask around here). "I don't care who wins. My team didn't make it." and all the related ribbing.

Now that my boys are a little older, 12 and 15, I've solved one of the great mysteries of men: How guys choose "My Team."

Ask any guy who he cheers for, and he'll give you a quick answer. Then ask him if that team won - or played in - the Superbowl when he was 10. I guarantee, that's his team!

Guys born in the mid-1960's love the Steelers of the 1970's. (That would include my brother).
Guys born in the early 1970's. love the Cowboys of the late 70's-early 80's.
Guys born just a little later, love the San Francisco 49ers.

Ladies, there is absolutely nothing we can do to make sense of our guys' crazy obsession with their teams. They will love them when they're good or when they're bad... Though, generally, our guys aren't so fun to live with when their team is bad. This obsession with pro football goes back to childhood. We can't fight it.

GO Colts. GO Saints. I say, "GO commercials!"