This past Sunday, I had no intentions of watching the Superbowl. I’m not a big football fan; haven’t really been since the Oilers broke my heart oh, so long ago.
However, my roommate is from St Louis originally, and wanted to watch the game for the Cardinals sake. So, there we were, two non-sports fans watching the big game, cheering for the underdog. At half-time, it seemed like it wasn’t worth watching any more. But the second half was very exciting, and by the last two minutes we were huddled together on the couch, hoping against hope the Cards could pull off the victory, yelling and cheering, jumping and screaming at the television. And… it was a lot of fun. The underdog didn’t win, but man, they played valliantly.