It's Monday morning, I live in San Diego and I don't know who won the Super Bowl...and I'm damn proud of that! I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels so overwhelmed with certain things I just run from them rather than embrace them like the rest of the world. First of all, San Diego has just been a nest of activity gearing up for the big event - or should I say capitalizing on the big event. I had tickets to go to The NFL Experience (whatever that was), The Players' Party, The Bud Bowl Concert...everything but The Big Game. But with so many choices and me being a bad decision maker, I didn't go to anything! (clarification: No, I don't always make bad decisions...I'm just bad at making decisions. Though I'm sure I'm probably the only one who thinks avoiding the melee was a good decision after all!)

So after being inundated with all this auxillary stuff, I end up having a weekend filled with sports! It's just not a professional sports time of my life right now! I used to love watching baseball when I was little, but other things are more important to me now (like watching Jerry Springer). For starters, as I took my seat on the plane that would take me to Santa Barbara and away from San Diego and the visiting Cheeseheads I ended up next to the only 8 year old with a complete understanding of professional sports. I learned way more than I wanted to about the Packers and what was expected in The Big Game. And to boot, he had brand new markers (no, not pens, markers. He almost bit my head off when I called them pens. You lose so much knowledge once you pass 8 years) with basketball teams on them - so he made me memorize them and quizzed me for the duration of the flight!

But it gets worse...
I'll admit that initially I was a little excited about my new knowledge of NBA teams, so I had to share a bit of my new knowledge with Matt: "Hey Honey! Vancouver has a basketball team now! Did you know? They're called The Grizzlies and they're on the brown marker." Talk about a stupid move! Next thing I knew I was forced to memorize the starting 5 Lakers! When Matt announced we were going to move onto the names of the guys on the bench I screamed until he backed down.

The closest I got to the Super Bowl was watching a couple minutes of that MTV halftime show - talk about funny! I had to leave for the airport before The Spice Girls vs. Hanson though. Shame. Actually, that wasn't the closest I got to the Super Bowl - my plane flew right over Qualcomm Stadium! OK, not so low that we were dodging blimps and I could see Elway's ugly mug. I'll admit that was very exciting. I'm still not sure if maybe I would have been more impressed had we flown over a stadium filled with interns being boinked by the President. It's a toss up. But what was more exciting than the stadium (whomever the participants) was the fireworks over the stadium as I was driving home. The first one was red so I thought maybe that meant something, but I don't think either of the teams are red. But then the realization sunk in that had I been 15 minutes later I'd be fighting my way home through the crowd of Cheeseheads. I think that was my happiest Super Bowl moment!

1/26/98