Thank goodness there's college basketball to look forward too.
But while at the bar watching the games last night, I saw that we're a few Niner fans, too many Bronco fans and only one other guy in a Gronkowski jersey. I didn't wear my jersey, that's my superstitiousness coming out in full but it didn't matter anyway. I still caught a lot of flack for being a Pats fan. "You're from Cali and you like the Patriots???" "You're geographically confused." "I hate Tom Brady!" "What?!?" "Who are you?!?" etc.
My reaction to the constant questions and jokes.
I could say the same for all of the Seahawk, Niner, Bronco fans in a sports bar in southern ILLINOIS…where da bears at?? Right…
Let me get this out there once and for all… yes, I am from Northern California and I am a Patriots fan.
When I say Northern California I don't mean SF. Nope. Not even close. Like over 5 hours by car and so vastly different you can't even call me a 'local'. So geography never was a factor. My dad likes the Cowboys, my mom the Rams, etc… When I was about l1/12 I started to really pay attention to sports and take more vested interests in teams. But with my family having no consensus of who they like I wasn't exactly handed an option of "Us Allen's are ____ faithful. And that's final." So dad was like ok, you can watch all the games with me and see who you like. You can't go by mascot though, and if they win the super bowl you can't stop liking them if they get bad or lose, you have to stick with them forever. FOREVER.
I think he was joking with me but I took him really seriously. So I watched every Monday with Dad. the panthers were doing well, so were the titans I remember. Dad would go, so who is in the running today? And I'd go, well the colts dropped down in the poll but the packers went up a few spots, etc. I could have ended up liking the Philly Eagles but Tom Brady and the Patriots ended up being the 2004 Super Bowl champs and thus I am a forever faithful Patriot fan. 10 years strong and still going.
Sure, fine, I'll let you say that technically to get there I jumped on the wagon. But I'm here to stay. Through 2008 against the other Manning, and AGAIN in 2012. And I remember when the Dolphins beat us in the AFC. Yep. And it comes in waves so who knows maybe next year I'll have to suffer through a dismal year but I'll be right there.
So there, neener neener. Who cares that they're located on the other side of the country? I'm still going to cheer even if I don't have a Boston accent or have ever set foot in gillete stadium. One day. Til then, I cheer from dirty sport bars surrounded by some newly-oh I have always been a Bronco fan-gag-where were you when they were struggling?-oh right you were a steeler fan instead?-fans. Yeah yeah we gave up welker, Yes, I just saw the same play you did, idiot, where he caught the umpteenth millionth catch from Peyton...blah blah. I wanted to punch all of them in their stupid faces. But I was with girlfriends who could care less about the game and more about the beer so I maintained being civil.
Do you even remember when Cutler or Orton was the quarter back?? Thought so...
It ended up being a good day overall with friends, as we went to the wineries and then the bar to watch some football and drink 22oz beers and cheer every time the rest of the bar did (they aren't the watch football or any sports type, they just went to humor me.) and minus the Pats losing I had a good time. And then the Niners lost too and that made it kinda worse, because I'd rather see the Niners go on than the Seahawks but whatever…the post game interview with Sherman was almost worth it.
Not going to lie though, had they won I would have partied a lot a lot harder. Instead I went home and went to bed and now I'm going to enjoy my MLK day off by teaching my baby refs how to officiate basketball. Super Bowl? Nah, I'll skip this one and maybe just watch the half time show. Meh, better not.
To be continued!
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