Is it safe to come out yet? Yowzers, that was a rough one. Our family cheers for the Broncos and we were SO excited when they won their way into the Super Bowl! We debated whether or not to have a party (decided against, since my husband isn’t exactly social while watching his favorite team, understandably so) and carefully crafted the perfect Colorado-esque menu for game day.
Don’t get me wrong, we still had a phenomenal day despite our team getting absolutely smoked by the Seahawks. The boys knew there was a big game and were excited to cheer for their Broncos. One of their parents, ahem not me, got them dressed in their jerseys as soon as they got out of bed! It was like a football fan’s version of Christmas morning!
Breakfast burritos with pork green chile (a Colorado staple) filled us up for several hours. We took the boys outside to play basketball and with their trikes in our cul-de-sac while enjoying the relatively milder temps.
Shane watched so many hours of pre-game analysis that I had pretty much lost interest before the game even started! I didn’t mind since we had an agreement that I would be on twin duty if the boys didn’t sit and watch the game… which they didn’t. We played with toys but very quickly (after the first play of the game) realized I had to find a quiet room in the house, insulated from the string of profanities that were being muttered (hmm, maybe a bit louder than muttered) from the sole spectator in the house.
We holed up in a bedroom with an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba on the laptop and the boys would look at me, confused, every time they heard Shane yelling at the TV. They’re not used to hearing so much yelling, which I guess is a good thing! I had to explain that Daddy was just very excited about the game and was cheering for the Broncos.
Needless to say after dinner, books and bedtime for the boys I nervously joined my husband on the couch. At this point it was the 3rd quarter and the yelling, swearing and pacing had long stopped. Shane and I were definitely upset by the outcome of the game, and the fact that our team didn’t exactly show up to play, but we still had an awesome Super Bowl Sunday as a family. And hey, there’s always next year, right?