I had no dog in last nights' fight (I'm a Steelers fan), but still found myself jumping off the couch, hopping up and down and covering my eyes with my hands in the last minutes of the Super Bowl XLII. It was football at it's best and I absolutely loved it.
I was rooting for Eli and the Giants to take Tom & Bill down a few notches.
My reasons for not liking the Patriots are, admittedly, girly:
First of all, I don't like cheaters. Men who cheat are men without morals and values and I have no respect for that. None.
Second, I don't like mean, grouchy, surly people. Bill may be the best coach in the NFL, but he's a jerk -- I can tell just by looking at him (a woman knows...seriously, I'm certain he'd kick a puppy). Maybe that's just football -- maybe that's how it really is and most coaches are jerks who yell at their guys and "inspire" them by insulting them, but I believe there's a much better way to get what you want from people. Leaders inspire people to follow them. I can't imagine anyone wanting to follow that grump anywhere. I truly felt sorry for the poor sap who drew the short stick and to interview Belichick after the game -- he was, as expected, a complete jerk.
Nobody likes a sore loser. Bill and his team leaving the field before the game was over just illustrated to the world how much class they lack. Again, I suppose there are legions of guys who see nothing wrong with stomping off the field (taking their ball & going home) -- losing is hard and it sucks. But, the mom in me wanted to march out there and say, "Hey, you will be a gracious loser. Nobody likes a sore loser."
As for Tom Brady, he will never be anything but a phenomenal disappointment and failure until he steps up and becomes a real father to his son. Yeah, I know that has nothing to do with football, but...that's how women think -- we can't compartmentalize and separate the two halves from the whole.
So, there you have it -- my girly reasons for hating the Pats.
On the flip side, the Giants are a team any woman can love.
First of all, they came into the game as the underdogs. And, Lord knows, most women -- particularly moms -- love an underdog. Injustice is something that makes us want to rally around and lift them up. If you tell us someone has "no chance" -- you can bet that's who our bleeding hearts are going to be cheering for.
As for Plaxico Burress, he sort of rubbed me the wrong way when he shot off his mouth and promised a Giants win before the game. But, he earned forgiveness with his candid tears in the post-game interview. And, of course, because it ain't braggin' if you back it up.
And, then there's Eli. Baby brother to Colts QB Peyton...son of famed Saints QB Archie. He appears to be a sweet kid (could be a cad, but...my woman's intuition says he's not). Need some evidence? He's engaged to his college sweetheart (not an underwear model) and he loves his mama.
So, there you have it -- my woman's take on the Super Bowl and why I'm damn glad it was a Giant upset.


Comments (1)
I love your take on it... I'm not one for football, but I did catch the last few minutes of the game because I came in to play with the cat and Mom was watching... that was the most exciting part anyway :-D
Posted by Michelle F. | February 4, 2008 5:10 PM
Posted on February 4, 2008 17:10