Photo by Krystina Orozco
Published: February 10, 2008 | Author: Krystina Orozco
Total Views: 292 | Philippine News
SAN FRANCISCO — Super Bowl Sunday can create two types of women: the voracious, number one enthusiast of both her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s football team, caringly offering him a beer with eyes still glued to the flat-screen even if all she wanted to do was cuddle on the couch; and the fleer who perceives Super Bowl Sunday as somewhat of a living-room-hog day bombarded with a basket of rowdy men, scattered junk food, and a pool of beer bottles leaving her neither refuge nor choice, but to leave the vicinity and steer clear of the crime scene.
I’d like to think of myself outside the box as one coming into a Super Bowl gathering not fitting either of the two categories. I came to the party as a sports-illiterate kind-of-girl only eager to engulf myself into the type of exciting culture that sports creates. Instead of traditionally sitting back and enjoying the game, which in fact I did, I enjoyed not only the game, but the boisterous, the flamboyant, the male-orientated, butt-slapping, pizza-thriving, beer-passing, hug-giving, downright good, wholesome fun Super Bowl so easily and carelessly fashioned.
Did I say I was completely sports illiterate? In one of sport’s history’s greatest “David and Goliath” tale, the New York Giants certainly had a remarkable story to tell as they scored their winning touchdown with only 35 seconds left into the game against the once immortal and undefeated New England Patriots. Super Bowl XLII gave birth to the perfect fairy tale of the diligent underdog overcoming adversity that became target to the reason why 97.5 million viewers shared a heartfelt connection between football’s elite and society’s average Joe.
“Why would anyone want to witness possible history in the making by themselves when you can enjoy it with people you love to be around?” asks avid sports fan Ruel Mendoza. Back to the enthusiast of a girlfriend. She finds her form of happiness particularly for that day in her boyfriend’s eagerness and excitement in the game. So she sits there, roots for her man’s team, and even chimes in with a high five every now and again. Another faithful girlfriend bakes chocolate chip cookies, happy-go-luckily distributing it out to the crowd. The third sits off to the side finishing up Monday’s due paper with occasional glimpses at the screen sneaking in short and sweet cuddles with her boyfriend given the chance.
But the romance between a boy and a girl sets foot nowhere near the certain romance between a man, his game, and his campadres. Super Bowl Sunday created and redefined men in living rooms nationwide, uniting themselves by their love for fellowship and their life-thriving dependency on camaraderie.
Sip after sip of Corona beer that is, chip after chip, dip after dip, eyes stamped on the TV screen – this zombie-like routine ran endless! Not until the very moment after Giants’ MVP Eli Manning hit Plaxico Burress with a 13-yard throw. All food aside, live and unscripted, the boys sprang simultaneously out of their seats and literally clumped up into one huge blob of a hug as this jumbo mass jumped up and down into the air. The girls and clearly anyone could make out that from the adrenaline racing through the air as the game heightened in intensity, a bond was definitely being formed in a society of brotherhood.
From gym shorts to slippers, to jeans and a jersey or even a tee, no specific dress code was required to attend this family affair. All it took was the simple willingness to congregate and make time to see the ones you love. Add in a couple drinks and boxes of pizza, not only do you come prepared with food for a hungry barricade of guests, but most importantly, celebrating in general, becomes food for the soul.
Total Views: 292 | Philippine News
SAN FRANCISCO — Super Bowl Sunday can create two types of women: the voracious, number one enthusiast of both her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s football team, caringly offering him a beer with eyes still glued to the flat-screen even if all she wanted to do was cuddle on the couch; and the fleer who perceives Super Bowl Sunday as somewhat of a living-room-hog day bombarded with a basket of rowdy men, scattered junk food, and a pool of beer bottles leaving her neither refuge nor choice, but to leave the vicinity and steer clear of the crime scene.
I’d like to think of myself outside the box as one coming into a Super Bowl gathering not fitting either of the two categories. I came to the party as a sports-illiterate kind-of-girl only eager to engulf myself into the type of exciting culture that sports creates. Instead of traditionally sitting back and enjoying the game, which in fact I did, I enjoyed not only the game, but the boisterous, the flamboyant, the male-orientated, butt-slapping, pizza-thriving, beer-passing, hug-giving, downright good, wholesome fun Super Bowl so easily and carelessly fashioned.
Did I say I was completely sports illiterate? In one of sport’s history’s greatest “David and Goliath” tale, the New York Giants certainly had a remarkable story to tell as they scored their winning touchdown with only 35 seconds left into the game against the once immortal and undefeated New England Patriots. Super Bowl XLII gave birth to the perfect fairy tale of the diligent underdog overcoming adversity that became target to the reason why 97.5 million viewers shared a heartfelt connection between football’s elite and society’s average Joe.
“Why would anyone want to witness possible history in the making by themselves when you can enjoy it with people you love to be around?” asks avid sports fan Ruel Mendoza. Back to the enthusiast of a girlfriend. She finds her form of happiness particularly for that day in her boyfriend’s eagerness and excitement in the game. So she sits there, roots for her man’s team, and even chimes in with a high five every now and again. Another faithful girlfriend bakes chocolate chip cookies, happy-go-luckily distributing it out to the crowd. The third sits off to the side finishing up Monday’s due paper with occasional glimpses at the screen sneaking in short and sweet cuddles with her boyfriend given the chance.
But the romance between a boy and a girl sets foot nowhere near the certain romance between a man, his game, and his campadres. Super Bowl Sunday created and redefined men in living rooms nationwide, uniting themselves by their love for fellowship and their life-thriving dependency on camaraderie.
Sip after sip of Corona beer that is, chip after chip, dip after dip, eyes stamped on the TV screen – this zombie-like routine ran endless! Not until the very moment after Giants’ MVP Eli Manning hit Plaxico Burress with a 13-yard throw. All food aside, live and unscripted, the boys sprang simultaneously out of their seats and literally clumped up into one huge blob of a hug as this jumbo mass jumped up and down into the air. The girls and clearly anyone could make out that from the adrenaline racing through the air as the game heightened in intensity, a bond was definitely being formed in a society of brotherhood.
From gym shorts to slippers, to jeans and a jersey or even a tee, no specific dress code was required to attend this family affair. All it took was the simple willingness to congregate and make time to see the ones you love. Add in a couple drinks and boxes of pizza, not only do you come prepared with food for a hungry barricade of guests, but most importantly, celebrating in general, becomes food for the soul.
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