So I'm stuck. On the one hand, I'm head over heels freaking out about the Broncos being back in the Super Bowl and shouting it from the roof tops every chance I get. On the other hand, when it comes to game time, I think I have to go Howard Hughes. Why? I really get freaky during the games. Tense. Beyond tense. Like a tee pee and a wigwam: two tents.
I wish I could relax enough to invite a bunch of friends and family over to share in the event. I like to cook and entertain and would love nothing more than to say, look at these brilliant men in orange you haven't been watching as closely as I have - what would you like to know? But...it's not like that. Last week, I broke protocol and invited my sister and her wife over. My sister is a die-hard Raider fan (I know, right?) and a legit NFL fan. Her wife knows her stuff, too, but doesn't get crazy like my sister and I do about the game. Now, generally speaking, my sister is kind enough to begrudgingly cheer for the Broncos when it doesn't affect the Raiders -- so she's effectively been in our camp for what, 12 years now? Anywho, she was legitimately well-wishing this season seeing the writing on the wall. And last week when I opened the door to invite her and her wife in - Zonk! My sister was decked out in silver and black. I literally screamed and shut the door in her face. I opened it again hoping I hadn't seen correctly. I screamed and shut it in her face again. If I didn't really love the woman and her wife, I probably would have left it closed. But I do. So I let them in.
And with them came my crazy. I immediately began a narrative that went like this: if the Broncos lose to the Patriots, I'll blame her for...forever. And that's just something she's going to have to deal with. She said she was wearing the silver and black in support of the AFC West -- she does legitimately hate Tom Brady and the Pats ever since the Tuck Rule game. So I let it slide. Sort of. Throughout the game, she'd make little comments about Welker (jealous/slash residual Patriot hate sticks with her there) and calls (almost like she was being objective, and I don't have patience for that nonsense during the game).
As we all quite happily know, the game went well. Hug, kiss, love you, thanks for stopping by and they were off. Her congrats were sincere. I was stoked. We don't have a family wedge for the rest of our lives. Yay!
But I don't think I can take that risk again, from her or any friends, many of whom say they're cheering for the Broncos and want to hang out. I think I'm going bare bones next weekend - me, the wife and my two little ones who love the game because it means good food and crazy touchdown dances when the Broncos score (we're freaking Rockettes in this house with all the TD's Denver has scored this year).
So I ask - what are you doing for the Super Bowl? Watching at home? With whom? What can you put up with during a game? I'm crazy. How are you?