I can’t think of many things in life I care about less than football (other than every member of the Kardashian clan of course). However even someone as naive to the sports scene as me can’t help but notice the city going INSANE over the sport. Blue and green lights illuminate the skyline, flashing 12s glow on skyscrapers, the space needle waves a Seahawks flag…it’s all very festive. Even Mexican restraunts spruce things up with blue and green tortilla chips. The fish at the aquarium are apparently super into the Seahawks because there are some decorations scattered throughout their tanks. It’s great because I go to the aquarium to feel like I’m in a serene natural underwater setting but then as an added bonus I get some flags and banners from Walmart thrown in. #MermaidsDon’tCareAboutFootball. Sometimes I start to think about how much we could change the world if we put even half the amount of energy and dedication into something “real” as we do into professional sports but I can’t let my mind go down that road…it’s far too depressing. Sports are SO not my thing but I am no less guilty. I care about pointless time wasting activities too (see also I spent Tuesday night holed up in my room watching The Bachelor and painting my nails while eating the only food in my fridge, raw spinach).
Last year I attended my first ever Super Bowl party which is where I lost my football game virginity (it was the first game I ever watched), I was just as enthused about it then as I am now! This year I’ve coerced one of my friends who ironically is also named Jordan to skip all the Super Bowl shenanigans and cartwheel through the empty streets of Seattle with me. I’m all for not eating a single nacho or taking a single blue jello shot but I’m not above going out and partying on Capitol Hill and celebrating if the Seahawks win. I know…I’m totally the worst! I’ve tried caring about sports bit it’s like trying to convince a guy to use the word “camisole” instead of “tank top” utterly hopeless.
I mainly just want the Seahawks to win because it puts everyone in Seattle in a really happy mood. When the Seahawks lose I feel like an abused child walking on eggshells around their psychotic bi-polar parent (horrible analogy I know); everyone is upset and I’m scared to smile or even breathe because over the top fans could erupt into rage at any given moment. I’m too emotionally fragile for the Seahawks to lose which is also why I can’t date guys who are super into football. I can’t think of anything that is a bigger turn off (to me) than a guy that yells at the television, to each their own though right?
Do you have any Superbowl plans or traditions? Is Super Bowl one word or two? I guess I could google it but I think not knowing emphasizes how little it means to me.
Have a lovely weekend whether you’re watching football or not (I still love you either way)! I’m heading to get my makeup done for another photo shoot today so hopefully I’ll have some pretty pictures to show you next week. Yay!