Super Bowl or How I Learned to Love The Bomb

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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

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