Swirling snow flakes, winter chill and howling wind outside. Must be time for another Super Bowl.
Amazing how much difference just a year can make in one state's interest in the big game.
Last year at this time, Indiana was going bananas for their beloved Colts and people were practically beside themselves counting down the days until the big game. I was one of them. But this year I can't help but gag at the thought of seeing the Patriots hoisting another Super Bowl trophy. Just the mental image of Bill Belichick on the post-game stage with that smirk of self-satisfaction could make me toss my chips and dip.
I don't think I'm alone in, not just in this state, but much of the nation, in feeling a sense of disgust at the Patriots' success. Outside of parts of the Northeast, I think you'd be hard pressed to find a wealth of people rooting wholeheartedly for New England.
So why watch the Super Bowl?
Is it that the New York Giants are so lovable? I don't know that any team from the Big Apple is terribly lovable. It's not that Tom Coughlin's bunch is an extension of Steinbrenner's Evil Empire in the Bronx, but being from middle America just doesn't tend to lend a lot of love to any New York squad.
So why root for the Giants? Well simply because they aren't the Patriots.
There is the Manning connection as Eli attempts to find his way to the big kids' table at Manning family gatherings. A Super Bowl title would certainly do that even though Eli's prior resume is a tad underwhelming. The championship game appearance alone would make plenty of great, retired quarterbacks jealous.
So as far as my Super Bowl watching, I'll have my eye on the new-and-improved Manning's quest for the big one. It would certainly be sweet, if for no other reason, than to see New England's perfect season go poof.
Of course, if I get out of work early enough to actually attend one of the Super Bowl parties I've been invited to, then I'll get to enjoy what is always a smorgasboard of tasty treats. Whether it be some great chili or maybe brats and beer or the longest sandwich you've ever seen, the Super Bowl is always an excuse to toss a diet aside and go nuts. For that occasion, I was requested to concoct some of my homemade jumbalaya to feed my friends while I toil away in the office. I shall do just that as it's always good to feel needed by your friends, even if it is just to satiate their need for tasty goodness.
Of course we all know that perhaps the best part of the big game is the commercials and should provide everyone with plenty to discuss on Monday.
But regardless of why we all watch the Super Bowl, hopefully we can all agree that it would be far better if our Colts were the team we were watching in between those commercials. I'm just hoping the Mannings can keep it in the family.