Super Bowl report
I hope all of you who cared were able to watch the Super Bowl Sunday night. I didn't care, but I could have watched it because The Mister had it on so that he would know about winning plays and such when the talk at work turned to this world event. I was aware of the teams that were playing because the Peabody Gazette-Bulletin sports writer told me I should root for Peyton Manning. So I did. I didn't root for him JUST because she told me to, I was hoping he would be the winning quarterback because I like his name. I can't remember the name of the other guy.
I didn't really try to follow the game. I was sitting in the kitchen with a "can't put it down" murder mystery. But The Mister kept me updated. He hollered at me to tell me who was ahead, then who was behind, and once in awhile said, "Oh, you should have seen that." Finally, he told me who won.
Mostly I am just glad Dick Vitale was not announcing the event. If he had been I would have wanted to kick in my television. And THAT would have meant waiting until Monday morning to see if Peyton Manning was indeed the winning quarterback.
I even missed the commercials and the halftime show. Not much of a sports fan, am I?
A friend of mine told me this past week that she almost got kicked out of a recent basketball game for yelling at the referees. GASP! For shame!
The reason she told me this was not to confess, but because we used to have daughters on the same local teams in the days before the "sportsmanship rule" was introduced into high school sports. I used to sit with her and her parents because The Mister would not even sit in the same section as I. My yelling embarrassed him. A whole lot. But she and her family felt like I did
Anyway, fans cannot do that kind of thing anymore. At least they cannot at junior high or high school games in the state of Kansas. Well, shucks. I always sort of considered it my station in life to help the umpires and referees stay in the game when my kids were playing. Luckily back then, officials had tougher hides and they just ignored obnoxious moms and dads.
So my career as a sports fan was one of luck. I got to watch my kids play, I got to yell and sit with people who also yelled, and I didn't get kicked out of any games. You can't beat a deal like that. I bet Peyton Manning's mother would agree.
— SUSAN MARSHALL
