Comments on: A Super Bowl Soliloquy http://www.geezersisters.com/family/a-super-bowl-soliloquy Austin, Texas novelist Ruth Pennebaker, who's old enough to call herself "fabulous," writes about family, politics, marriage, friendship, feminism, aging and whatever else occurs to her. Her latest novel, Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakthrough, was published by Berkley in January 2011. Fri, 10 Feb 2012 01:24:28 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: caratstick http://www.geezersisters.com/family/a-super-bowl-soliloquy/comment-page-1#comment-57 caratstick Tue, 05 Feb 2008 12:29:58 +0000 http://geezersisters.wordpress.com/?p=111#comment-57 Until this season, I hadn't watched an entire football game since I was in college and actually went to them in person. And that was really more about being a fan than actually watching the game. I mean how loud can you tell, how many ways can you wear orange, how much (from heat or cold or wet or beers poured down your back) can you suffer to show how much you love your team? But this year, I have found myself watching the games (college and pro) every Saturday and Sunday--even DVRing them, which I could never understand before. Rooting for the Cowboys (the team of my youth), rooting for the Titans (even I watched at least the fourth quarter of Vince Young winning for the Longhorns at the Rose Bowl), rooting for Brett Favre and his graying beard. And, while I didn't root for the Patriots, I did watch in awe as they headed to 16, 17, 18-and-0. And rooting for the Giants, although they beat the Cowboys (who deserved to be beaten) and the Pack (who didn't). Because there is something about Eli, the younger brother, the unappreciated (those NY fans are brutal). He is the ultimate underdog--that "humble and lovable Shoeshine Boy." All of this to say, I echo your call: Go Giants! Until this season, I hadn’t watched an entire football game since I was in college and actually went to them in person. And that was really more about being a fan than actually watching the game. I mean how loud can you tell, how many ways can you wear orange, how much (from heat or cold or wet or beers poured down your back) can you suffer to show how much you love your team?

But this year, I have found myself watching the games (college and pro) every Saturday and Sunday–even DVRing them, which I could never understand before. Rooting for the Cowboys (the team of my youth), rooting for the Titans (even I watched at least the fourth quarter of Vince Young winning for the Longhorns at the Rose Bowl), rooting for Brett Favre and his graying beard. And, while I didn’t root for the Patriots, I did watch in awe as they headed to 16, 17, 18-and-0.

And rooting for the Giants, although they beat the Cowboys (who deserved to be beaten) and the Pack (who didn’t). Because there is something about Eli, the younger brother, the unappreciated (those NY fans are brutal). He is the ultimate underdog–that “humble and lovable Shoeshine Boy.”

All of this to say, I echo your call: Go Giants!

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