Wowza

It's been a while. Quite a while.

Every single day a story or blog post pops into my head. It rolls around and marinates, but my energy disintegrates before my fingers key it into the computer.

Oh, dear. January, how I hate thee. February, you're not much better are you?

It just occurred to me tonight how much the Superbowl is like the presidential election. Right now I have about fifteen screaming people in my living room. They are loud. I am in my bedroom with a fan blowing on high speed to drown out my screaming family and friends. It's quieter in here.

Of all fifteen people in the living room, only two were Colts fans at the beginning of the season. Sure, everyone liked the Colts, but most of those people in there had their other favorites. Broncos and Bengals topped most of their lists, with the Colts maybe third or fourth. But tonight, you would never know it. Everyone is screaming and calling them 'our boys', 'my team'. They are giving high fives, clapping, and eating like it's one of their own family members at the Superbowl.

Everyone chooses a side, whether it was their original choice or not, based upon which is the lesser of two evils, or which side has better uniforms, or more likable players, or the best record, or, you name it.

And then they pull for them like it was their original choice, the best choice, the greatest team in the world. Lots of trash talking the opponent. Even during the Star Spangled Banner, I heard people booing the television when the Saints were shown. Well, that was just from Jon's sister, but still!

Just a thought...maybe not worth it's time, but a thought nonetheless.

And I didn't lose it between my mind and the keys of the laptop.

Yeah, me.