Yippy Skippy..the Cardinals are in the Superbowl. Hip Hip…whatever.

cardinalsSo…the Cardinals are in the Superbowl.  Yippee!  I’m trying to be excited.  I know it’s the proper thing to be.  In fact, I might even upset some when they find out not everyone’s life is going to stop on Sunday for the game.

Understand that I moved here from Wisconsin where being a “Packer Backer” was almost a religion for ALMOST everyone who lived there.  If you didn’t own at least 2 green and gold sweatshirts you were run out of town.  That’s why I no longer live there.  Yours truly was born without a sports gene.

I know I’m supposed to be all “rah rah”.  It sure would be fun to be excited about the big game, but what is it about chasing, throwing, and hitting  a little ball that is all that?    Footballs… baseballs, golf balls and hockyballs (I know…they’re pucks) It just doesn’t do it for me.  And all that yelling!  Geez…get some Prozac already.  

So what’s with those commentators?  No one can ever complain that women talk too much after listening to just one sporting event.  Blah Blah Blah and more Blah…I think they just like to hear themselves talk.  Do people really listen to what they’re saying? 

“So John, did you know Kurt Warner uses Colgate and that he lost his first tooth when he was 6?” 

“No Terry, I didn’t know that. I heard his favorite vegetable is corn. Have you ever had corn roasted on a grill?  Boy now that’s good.  Say, once when I was in Toledo….” 

I wouldn’t mind having the game on (in the background of course), but can we pleeezzze press the mute button?

When I moved here in 2001, I was told with a snicker that Arizona didn’t have a football team.  I believed that rumor since I’m not a game watcher.  But then I sold a home to one of the Cardinal players and I found out there really WAS a football team in Arizona.  Well…color me red.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud that the Cardinals made it to the Superbowl.  I like Kurt Warner.  I’ve never watched him play…but I have watched him pray and I like that.  

That and the fact that the Cardinal players are somebody’s sons and their mother’s must be so proud.  Like I am of my 9 & 5 year old grandsons who came in 286th and 301st  out of 305 runners at their 2.5 mile race at Tumbleweed Park yesterday…but they made it.  They crossed the finish line all smiles. Now that was fun!

Maybe that’s the key.  Maybe I have to be related to someone in the game…either by blood or marriage.  Or at least be a close friend.  Yea, that’s gotta be it.  When my grandson  is playing for the Cardinals…I’ll be there, front and center.  

But until then…This Superbowl Sunday I’ll be on a plane heading to Houston.  Spontaneous daughter visit.   Now everyone will know that I’ll do just about anything not to have to do a Superbowl party.  The Cardinals aren’t playing in Houston are they?  Does Houston have a football team?  Whatever.


  1. I am glad to know I’m not the only one who is bored by the Superbowl. When the University of Phoenix Stadium was built just a few years ago, the general consensus of valley residents was something along the lines of “Why do we need a new stadium? Our football team sucks.” Now everybody’s all gung-ho for the Cardinals. Doesn’t really add up now does it?

  2. Exactly! So, do you think the fans will still be “rah rah” if the Cardinals loose every game next year? That would be the true test of fandom.