Watching the Fourth and Goal message flash on screen, I was aware of my heart pounding hoping for a miraculous turn around in a game clearly dominated by the Cardinals. My fingers crossed and clenched sitting at the edge of the seat, I walked away disappointed when the game went from possible to impossible. Even as I busied myself making dinner, I was amazed at how far I had come with regard to sports. If ever there was anyone anti-sport it was me. The only sport I watched occasionally was Cricket and that too only if it was India playing and seeming like it would win. I would rather bury my nose in a book than sit in a room crowded with frenzied fans biting their nails and hoping and praying for what I called a silly game on the Idiot Box. I distinctly remember screwing my nose in distaste at the extremely physical sport that is “American” Football.
Somewhere over the past year I got bitten by the “American” football bug. I watched matches because our local team the Philadelphia Eagles played. I watched because I could follow conversations at work and school more than any interest in the game. Somewhere the line between watching and getting involved blurred and I was as caught up in it as any other game crazed person around here. I even thought to myself yesterday as we shopped that if the Eagles made it to the Super Bowl I would get an Eagles jersey.
As the Eagles unceremoniously lost today, I truly felt disappointment. I then realized a football fan was born. I know now that I will follow the Super Bowl irrespective of who plays. Immersed in the sporting action for a few hours on the Idiot Box I will be part of a live pulsating humanity that comes together for the cause of a good game.