Super Bowl Shuffle

It's almost here! Sunday night, round about 11pm, the highlight of my spectacularly pathetic sporting life arrives - the Super Bowl!! Now, I got to experience the World Cup in Germany first hand last year (which I enjoyed tremendously), but nothing, absolutely nothing compares with the American Football finals. Why exactly? Couldn't tell ya. Maybe for me it has something to do with tradition. All those years sharing a fun- and chicken-wing-filled afternoon with friends and family as we all scream ourselves hoarse for whatever team...it's just a grand time, and I thoroughly miss it. Also, of course, I love the game. As any girl who grew up with a dad and brothers who watched obsessively can tell you, you can't help but get into it, try as you might not to. You might even remember my previous posts lamenting the inevitable losses of my beloved Cleveland Browns.

Since moving to Europe, I've had to give up the party aspect, but I have religiously watched the thing every year, from midnight to 4am (love the time difference), usually all by my lonesome (even my nearest and dearest run screaming in the other direction when I try and get them to stay up with me).

This year, however, I have 2 problems. One, the channel that will broadcast the thing in Ireland is not included in my current digital cable package, and I refuse to fork over 25€ per month for the privilege of watching 1 show. And two, I have to leave the house at 5am the next morning (around the time the game will be over) to catch a flight to Paris for business trip. I could, theoretically, just stay up all night and watch it, but that brings us back to problem one, and besides I need to be half-way awake for the Monday training session. So it looks like this year will be a wash. Bummer.

But a week in Paris should ease the pain. I may have a vaguely un-feminine delight in football, but I'm as happy as the next girl to hit Galeries Lafayette with a credit card!!! And after that, a dear friend from the UK will come visit, then I shall spend another weekend with friends at the end of the month. And after that, I shall sleep until summer. No more trips for me, except possibly a jaunt to Edinburgh for a recharge in one of the prettiest cities around.

And, just for the record, I'm for the Chicago Bear to win the Super Bowl. Mainly because I want to hear an updated version of the Super Bowl Shuffle.