Super Bowl or How I Learned to Love The Bomb
I have always been a sports fan, especially of sports writing. The sports pages have so many elements that I love: intrigue, politics, strategy, back stories, statistics. But until I met Steven, I just couldn’t understand football. The rules seemed so confusing; I couldn’t follow the ball. It made no sense to me. Early on, I would dutifully “watch” the games with him with my head buried in a book. Then one day he said “each team gets 3 tries to go ten yards” and the magic of the game was revealed. Suddenly, I got it. And I liked it.
Without the Giants playing, picking a team to root for is tricky. The Ravens are named after a poem and have a beautiful font for the numerals on their uniforms. San Francisco is a favorite place to visit. I’ve been rooting for Baltimore all post-season, though, so I think I’ll stick with them.
SPM
