Families. So many words describe them — loving, supportive, close-knit, and warm. In January, some families can be described in less than flattering terms as the countdown to the Super Bowl begins.
Our family isn’t any different. My husband, sons and myself are avid Green Bay Packers fans while several other family members are Minnesota Vikings fans. My younger brother is such a fan, he has a large Vikings insignia tattooed on his upper arm.
Facebook has become Ground Zero for jabs, trash talk and a whole lot of crowing when someone’s team is doing well. My feed gets blown up with every snide meme about the Packers on the internet. The closer it gets to Super Bowl Sunday — the crazier the antics become. The dinner table is surrounded by purple jerseys and green and gold t-shirts. Conversations go from current events to stats, game plays and predictions about the outcome of the next NFL game.
Plenty of beer, pizza, mini tacos and a boat-load of appetizers make the rounds as all eyes are zeroed into the action on the TV. We even have soft miniature footballs we throw at the television when we are unhappy with the play-calling or disagree with a penalty the referees have called on our team.
The competitive spirit between all of us ends with the end of the football season; at least until March Madness begins. But that is another story…