I was in Phoenix for the majority of the past four days, with a quick trip back to Tucson to take care of an extremely hard practice I had no business trying to complete on my own. Obviously all the hoopla was surrounding the Super Bowl but for me, that was a little ways down on my list of priorities. I planned on visiting with friends, attending some good parties, seeing some amazing live performances, and watching the game from the comfort of my friends couch with lots of good food and company. That was the plan and the whole trip had not disappointed me thus far. Then I got a phone call that woke me entirely too early out of my slumber on Sunday morning. Bri, I have two tickets to the game today if you want them. Of course I’m still half asleep but I do have the wherewithal to mutter a coherent “sure” and agree to be at the hotel before 11 to pick them up.
I tell Nicole the good news but admit to her that I feel a bit conflicted. I had mentioned on more then one occasion that if I had tickets to the Super Bowl I would sell them in a heartbeat. I have been to the Super Bowl once before and it was cool and all…but I’d much rather enjoy a nice shopping spree on someone else’s expense. Give me the money and I will gladly watch the game on T.V. Besides…in all honesty I am not a huge Giants or Patriots fan. I had only committed to cheering for the Giants once they made it to the Super Bowl because I like the underdog. It wasn’t as if I was a die-hard, I was a self-admitted bandwagon fan. But I had tickets and they were free so I felt it would be extremely rude and ungrateful of me to turn around and sell them—especially since it would be known that I wasn’t in attendance. I truly felt conflicted though.
Since it was me + 1 I needed to figure out who would go with me. My first choice was my coach because of all he does for me but he was unable to make it. Nicole couldn’t go with me for her own reasons that most people would probably not agree with but that’s ok. I started thinking to myself… I could open up the invitation to anybody I know who is in the Phoenix area or I could sell one ticket and just go myself. The more I thought about it, the more I felt this was the best plan. I know plenty of people I would have loved to take and would have gladly sacrificed some extra skrillah in my pocket for them to be there with me, but it was last minute. This compromise was the best option. So I went to the Super Bowl by myself. I know…total loner. My friend came and sat with me though for about half of it so I was not completely by myself.
I must say that I truly enjoyed the experience much more than I thought I would. By the end of the game I felt like a tried and true New Yorker who cheered my heart out for my beloved G-men. I screamed, I jumped, I shouted, I hi-fived the entire crowd of Giants fans around me…it was an amazing experience. My shopping spree will not be as extravagant but I had the opportunity to see one of the best Super Bowls in person and be part of the electrifying atmosphere that was totally overwhelming.
i took this picture from the club level at half-time where you could see the whole stadium and it was so cool...except for the fact that it was Tom Petty...ummm, why???!!