I spent my Sunday as I usually do- in front of the television (with a slight attitude as I was missing yet another episode of Bravo’s Real Housewives), watching my boyfriend nearly die of heart failure during the Giants game.
Seeing as I really had no serious attachment to the game, I spent the full 6+ hours of Sunday football tending to my cuticles, making my grocery list, tweeting, and documenting the absolute craziness that I was witnessing.
Watching a man watch sports is a sport in itself. It never ceases to amaze me the lengths they will go to root for their team. Yesterday was quite a spectacle…let me give you a photographic play by play (no pun intended) 😉
PIC 1) The game started out like any other, relaxing on the couch, eating, joking…all fun and games.
…Then the other team scored.
PIC 2) Fun and games are over. Time to lose the sweatshirt, and stand for the next 3 hours.
PICS 3/4) It is important to bring bring an inanimate object into play- something to lean on, kick around, rest on for extra support.
We made it through the first half alive and well. The game was close, but there was still plenty of time for the Giants to pull through for the W. The second half began…
PIC 5) The Giants started to slack a bit, Mike had to leave the room. He *couldn’t* watch. So he sat in the bathroom…praying. Unfortunately, I do not have a picture, I didn’t want to bother him during those personal moments. When the G-Men picked it back up, he was alerted by one of the other males in the room, and returned in a jersey. As he entered the room he pointed to his jersey… said, and I quote ” I think I needed to rep my team, they FEEL this!” Sure they do, babe.
PIC 6) At this time we weren’t doing so hot, so Mike started taunting the other team.. “How are YOU gunna sleep tonight?!” he told one of the guys on the bench. “Just score the ****** touchdown! Just score the touchdown, how about THAT!?” he yelled at one of the Giants players. When they didn’t score the touchdown, he went back to the bathroom to pray lol.
PIC 7) This was interesting. He came back and decided brush his teeth…for about 8-10 minutes.
The screaming, pacing and jumping continued; I swear you would have thought I were sitting in on an advanced cardio class.
PIC 8) The squats. Up down, up down, up down- we were headed towards overtime.
PIC 9) The 49er’s fumble after one of the Giants knock the ball out of their hands…“TIGHTEN UP BOY! TIGHTEN UP! HAAAAA!” ………”Are they CRYING!?” It was coming down to the wire…the Giants were in position to make a field goal and win the whole thing in overtime. It was tense in that room- thinking back, I don’t think I was breathing. “This is where dreams are made boys!….PRAY! I’m right there with you!” he yelled in an effort to comfort his team.
10) They made the goal and were on their way to play the New England Patriots in the 2012 Superbowl.”SEE YOU IN THE SUPERBOWL SONNNN!!!!” And then this happened…a Peter Pan-like jump(?!) I am so glad I was able to document the burst from this boy.
Lot’s of celebrating, screaming, and cheering went on as everyone rushed the field. And then began the calls…….
I guess it’s standard for guys to call EVERY OTHER GUY who is NOT a fan of their team to remind them that THEIR team just won…(sore winner if you ask me) 😉
Mike made not one, not two, but THREE calls to Giants haters.
The best call was left on the voicemail of some kid who had a nasty status about the Giants on his Facebook. Mike had met him once, but I think he may be seeing him again “I HOPE YOU SEE ME IN YOUR DREAMS! NEXT TO ELI, JACOBS AND BRADSHAW!!” …was that really necessary? I really didn’t think so, but I wasn’t going to interrupt procedure.
After calls were done, it was all smiles and relief. My boyfriend is a certified nut job, but I love him.
All I can think is thank God the Giants didn’t lose. We’re safe for now, but come Superbowl time things may get really ugly.
I know I’m not the only girl subjected to the madness of a sports fanatic. What team does your man go ga-ga for?
