Super Bowl 2008

Tomorrow is the big game day!  In fact, according to the Official Site of the 2008 Super Bowl, there is only 1 day, 57 minutes, and 6 seconds left until kickoff.  It may surprise many of you, but I am a huge fan of the Super Bowl and look forward to it every year, no matter who is tackling who.  Of all things, the Super Bowl is sentimental to me, as is most things in my emotion-packed life. 

As a tangent, Matt and I discovered over the last couple of days that when a song is played that he recognizes, the only things he remembers about it is either 1) when it was released or 2) a time period within his life that he listened to that song.  But the emotional being that I am associates the song with specific moments in life where I heard the song and the emotion I felt when listening to it.  Jars of Clay album:  King's Kids 1996 outreach to Nicaragua--confused about love; Rocket Man:  my brother's wedding--elated, and bewildered as to why he and Julie picked Rocket Man for their first dance; Kenny Rogers' Through the Years:  my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary--nostalgic.

So when I say something is sentimental to me, it's really sentimental and conjures a plethora of emotion.  Like the Super Bowl.  Of.  All.  Things.  Yes, the Super Bowl.  Picture a little girl in pig tails, working away in the kitchen with her mommy, making nachos (supreme nachos with cheese, refried beans and jalapeños); homemade chile con queso (with only the best there is:  authentic Hatch green chiles); chili cheese dogs; chips and salsa.  In the background are two fellas, one big, the other small, father and son, laughin', cheerin', yellin', rootin' for their team.  It's the Big Game Day and while the girls are setting up a down-home concession stand (with the food set up on a card table where the boys have to come "buy" their food), their boys are enjoying the action-packed game chuggin' Dr. Peppers.  Fast forward 20 years, and the once little girl in pig tails is still setting up Super Bowl concession stands, this time for her hubby.  But even better, she is not just a serious concession stand manager, she's a serious Super Bowl fan, watching the tacklin', kickin', and runnin', getting into the nitty gritty of the game, especially when it's not a blow out game.

So while the concession stand is simpler this year, and wishing I had all my boys with me, I'm still going to reminisce over prior years' concession stands and claim our big leather recliner as my own cheering spot and get down to some serious business:  rootin' for the underdog NY Giants!