Whoo, it’s Superb Owl Sunday and my team gets to be in Superb Owl Just One Letter This Time (wait they’re actually going with the number? Ok). Yay. So just what the title says, I’ll include my own stories right below. As for now this is probably going to be one of the worst Super Bowl memories I have before the game even freakin’ starts - woke up sick, didn’t get the special edition of the newspaper and I freakin’ stepped and broke one of my cat’s toys. Yay. I’m not even sure if I’m going to be well enough to knock back a Coors, which I’m sure is the official beer of something NFL-related. I don’t even know if I’m going to be well enough to watch my DVR and OnDemand-recordings of Phineas and Ferb for when the Broncos start their inevitable slide into yet another internationally-televised embarrassment against Cam Freaking Newton.

Back in 2006 the Broncos lost an early-ish regular season game against the Giants, and I remember my dad being all sorts of pissed off about the poor officiating of the game. The next day I ran into one of my classmates who turned out to be a Giants fan and I complained to him about the bad officiating, and he countered with how the game wasn’t badly officiated at all, and going back and fourth about Eli Manning, and by the end of it and ever since I’ve been a solid Giants fan, more than some ways an even bigger Giants fan than a Broncos fan (sometimes it’s pretty sweet rooting for an out-of-market team). Maybe that’s why I remember the Giants’ two Super Bowl victories over the Patriots more fondly than the Broncos’ own victories back during the end of the Elway days. I particularly remember back when the Giants won the ‘12 Super Bowl; I wasn’t doing so hot in my classes up to that point but the euphoria of Super Bowl Whatever Roman Numerals it was helped boost my morale for a good bit.

I was hoping it would repeat again in ‘14 for Super Bowl XVIVIII or whatever. Again, I wasn’t doing so hot in my classes, and the professor I ended up having for my most difficult class was an infamous hardass who failed up to a third of the entire class each semester. I can go on, but that’s another post. When the Broncos lost in such a humiliating fashion it pretty much was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I tried the class for another month or so but I ended up dropping out, and my life has been a massive steaming pile of shit since. I started to feel massively dejected by life itself, made multiple suicide threats and eventually ended up being hospitalized, which wasn’t any fun at all. To this day, I’ve been feeling constantly like a sack of crap.

For several days after that loss I just about wanted to put my foot through the TV every time I saw Russell Wilson’s face. There was an advertisement for vacationing in Seattle on the commuter train and well strictly legally speaking it would be a very bad idea for me to complete this sentence. But looking back on it, needless to say it’s a little much to blame all my problems on Russell Wilson, uh I keep forgetting his first name Sherman and Marshawn Lynch (especially since I actually like Lynch). It wouldn’t have made that class any easier, nor looking back I realize the major in which that class was required for didn’t turn out to be for me either. My student teaching duties turned out to be so hellish that the school I was assigned to was removed from the participating partners list, and I doubt a Super Bowl victory would’ve made it any easier. I don’t know what the cause of me feeling so dejected by life itself and feeling so unappreciated is, but I doubt winning the Super Bowl would’ve changed it. I’ve come to the conclusion that it has more to do with the people I surround myself with, or rather, am stuck with, more than who wins a silly championship (which is why I’m so obsessed with moving overseas lately).

It’s not like life turned out great because the Giants beat the Pats twice in the Super Bowl either. The year following their last victory, I got drop-kicked in the soul by my (ex) girlfriend, got cancer and dropped out of school. Ironically enough the cancer has been one of the best experiences in my life because I got to be surrounded by people who made me feel appreciated, at least for about a year and a half or so.

Sometimes I argue with Seahawks fans (particularly one on Oppo who I won’t bother to name, but even after I apologized for mocking his team he still insisted on belittling me despite how successful a Seahawks fan he is - to which I argue, if such is the case why bother rubbing it in my nose?) but you guys are all right (which I guess would be Dr. Zoidberg, HondaBro, whoever else I missed I don’t know I don’t really want to bother to keep track of people). I recently got to meet someone who in turn got to meet Marshawn Lynch which now that I’m saying it out loud sounds a lot lamer than what it was in that moment.