Well, it’s been a crazy couple weeks at The Hubby Diaries household.
New cars…. oral surgery, a Superbowl….. and some other things that I can’t blog about just yet….. Sorry for disappearing but sometime life just gets in the way of blog time!
So, to bring you slightly up-to-speed, I thought I’d share the events of last weekend.
I’ve mentioned before that hubby is a Giants fan…. we even own season tickets.
I’ve also mentioned that hubby, like many absurd football fans, likes to uphold certain rituals or superstitions when it comes to watching his Boys in Blue.
Well, as you likely know, the Giants won the Superbowl this past weekend. The hooting & hollering at my house were something to behold BUT, the story here is not about the game itself but rather the ritual surrounding the game and game(s) leading up until the Superbowl. If you recall, I mentioned that hubby feels the need to envelope himself in superstition when it comes to watching football. In case you’re wondering, the new grill we bought for tailgating this season is still sitting unopened, in our garage.
So ever since the play offs started, we needed to employ new rituals. The development of these rituals was originally unbeknownst to me but somehow, someway, I got pulled into the madness.
You see, when the Giants played in their first play off game this season we had a “normal” Sunday and hubby came home to plant himself in front of the tv, in the Man Cave, to cheer on his boys. From my perspective nothing special happened this day. From hubby’s perspective… at least after the game ended with a Giants win… we had set the precedent for all activity that must occur to ensure we have paid our dues to the superstition God’s of Football, so that the Giants would continue to play well.
There was an outfit that must be worn
There was a place where hubby had to sit
There was a specific beer glass hubby needed to drink from
There was the pre-game, video game that must be played
He must only speak to certain people
He must watch the game by himself
And……(this is the part I hadn’t bargained for…………..)
There was a place we needed to eat lunch the day of the game
There were specific menu items that needed to be ordered at said lunch, on the day of the game.
Now, I was blindly unaware of these details on this the first weekend. So, on the 2nd play off weekend when hubby declared. “Well, we’re gonna have to go to Panera for lunch today”. I innocently asked “Why?”
And then apparently I needed to be schooled on the necessary ritual that had to occur, each and every time the Giants played this year, so as not upset the Football Gods. And so, we went to Panera. I dutifully ordered the same meal and then, when we returned home, I watched hubby meticulously set up his viewing area with more attention that I’d ever seen him give to any area of our home. (I only wish he could use the same attention to detail to say, clean the bathroom…..) And then viola the Giants won again. This of course only solidified hubby’s insanity.
So, on Superbowl Sunday, I can’t say I was surprised when I found myself at Panera, eating tomato soup and 1/2 a sandwich, as we set the wheels in motion for the Giants to win.
All I have to say is….. You’re welcome Giants fans. It’s beyond obvious to me that hubby now has the power to influence the outcome of the game from his couch. Now if only I could figure out a way to harness this power for other vastly more important things…………
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