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I am not a big football fan. I’m not into it. I can try to feign interest in it, but I usually fail miserably. The truth is that football bores the piss out of me. I’ve noted that to football fans and have been treated to impromptu lectures that usually involve –

1) How can it bore you? (In a shouting, incredulous and angry tone)
2) The beauty and ballet of battle.
3) Being accused of being un-American and gay.

As a child, my father regularly dragged me to football games, and I have to hand it to him for his dogged perseverance. I dreaded these days as they were HOURS of mind numbing boredom for me, but he never understood this because he loved football. One time, I brought a book with me to read during a game.

I have never heard the end of this. Even to this day. In fact, my non-football watching was brought up at my wedding reception…

All of that being said, The Seahawks, the Seattle football team, the team that I “rooted for” as a kid (due simply to my geographic location), is going to the Superbowl.

While I didn’t watch the entire game, I did tune in to watch the last 10 minutes or so. And I have to say that I got a little emotional watching this team win the game. I was suddenly flooded with Seahawks knowledge that I had picked up and forgotten as a child. I remembered quarterback Jim Zorn coming to visit my first grade class because he knew my teacher somehow. I remember it being a big deal that Steve Largent was featured on a bag of chips or something. I was amazed that I remembered all of this despite my inherent dislike of the game.

I felt proud for this team, proud for the fans that had waited so many years to see this team go far. I felt excited for the coach, taking this team to the Superbowl for the first time in the team’s history.

Who knows, I might even watch me some Superbowl this year. My dad would be so proud…