I've always felt like the person who didn't get the punch line while everyone else around me is laughing away. I've tried many times to understand it, to watch it and even to cheer for it but no matter how many times I've tried - I just don't get it ... football, that is.
Guest Blogger Yvette Manessis Corporan: Yes, I am your typical football widow. My husband loves the game, as do pretty much all of our friends and family -- both male and female. No matter how many times I've tried to sit and watch, choking on my beer (I'm a red wine girl), inhaling nachos (extra jalapenos, please) and high five-ing with everyone else -- it just seems fake, forced ... and not at all my idea of fun. After being bored to tears at one too many Super Bowl parties, I even figured out a way not to be left out of the big game day activities. Years ago I decided that instead of attending Super Bowl parties, I preferred to host them; that way I could busy myself with cooking and hide in the kitchen behind my dirty pots and pans when boredom really set in.
Now, imagine my surprise (and my husband's jealousy) when I came home from work and announced that I'll actually be GOING to the Super Bowl this year. As a producer for EXTRA, I've covered lots of high profile events, red carpet premieres and awards shows. But this assignment is going to be different than all the rest. Instead of hiding in the kitchen during the game as I normally do, this year I'll actually be at the game - as well as a bunch of parties both before and after. That's right; I'll be the football widow covering the Super Bowl.
Now I know most of my friends and family would give their right arm for a chance to go to be at the game. So, I've decided to make the most of this opportunity. In the spirit of good sportsmanship, I've decided to put the past behind me. That's right; I'm making one final effort to morph from football widow to football fan. Now mind you, this is not an easy task - until now the only tight end I was interested in was my own - running mile after mile on the treadmill as I still try to lose those last few pounds of baby weight that just refuse to come off. And seriously, I never understood why all those players have to slap each other's butts every 5 minutes. I'm constantly yelling at my kids for doing that to each other yet these grown men are doing it on live every time I look up from my chicken wings.
But this is a fresh start for me and maybe by being front and center and in the middle of the action I'll finally understand what all the fuss is about. I can't promise you that I'll magically morph into a football fan or that I won't spend all my time at the concession stand chowing down on junk food and begging for extra jalapenos - but I'm gonna try. So listen up all you football widows out there - I'm giving it my best shot and willing to take one for the team. Keep an eye out for my blogs - I'll fill you in on all the details from Tampa - the food, the festivities - and even what your husbands are up to (did you know how many strip clubs there are in Tampa?)