Examining the utility of football

 On this, the eve of Super Bowl Sunday, I'm reminded of something my wife once said to me: "You only get excited about two things: cars and football." This warranted a moment of self-reflection. 

It really got me thinking. I began to wonder if it's possible for me to get excited about other things. Now just to be clear, I'm not sure how excited I get about cars; I might obsess about them, but I'm not sure if excited is the best word. But football, yes, that's another story.  

It's not like I don't enjoy doing other things. I like playing badminton, for example. I don't typically yell and curse when I miss a shot though, like when our running back fumbles the ball AT THE FIVE YARD LINE in the biggest game of the year. I don't throw my racket to the floor and chew out my partner like I might our quarterback after he throws an interception AT THE MOST CRITICAL TIME OF THE GAME. No, I don't do that when I play badminton. 

I also like watching my daughter dance. But it's not like I jump up and down and holler when she makes a nice move; nor do I wave a banner in the air with her name on it and blow an air horn in the ears of those in front of me. But I still find it entertaining. 

I like watching a movie with my lover (just to be clear, I mean my wife, but to prevent the overuse of "my wife" and to protect her identity, I will now refer to her as my lover, my eternal love, my cupcake, etc). Again, date night's great but it's not quite the same as football. I don't obsess about "the night" for a week in advance, reading all the reviews and analysis on the movie, placing bets on what may happen in the plot, preparing what I'm going to wear and what we're going to eat (popcorn and orange Fanta, of course). I still enjoy it though. 

I hate to blame this on gender, but I really do think it's a guy thing. Guys have a remarkable ability to focus on only one thing at a time. It's this brilliant one-track mind that allows us to enjoy sports like football as though our lives depended on it. 

When I watch, I lose awareness of my surroundings. My daughter may be hanging upside down from the ceiling, but I won't notice unless she falls in front of the TV. And she knows to never do that. In fact, my family knows I need to be left alone. Especially if it's playoffs, better to shut the basement door and let me be (maybe throw me a snack every now and then).  

I must confess, the mood swings are tremendous. I don't think I'm bipolar, and I apologize for joking about this serious condition, but someone observing me on the couch might wonder if I've skipped my meds. 

The highs and lows are a killer. Especially the lows. It took me a month to get over the Roughriders' Grey Cup loss in 2009. Don't even talk to me about that game. Or the Packers' overtime loss to the Seahawks in 2014. These are events that tipped the balance of my fragile mental state. 

I am getting better though. My team lost in the conference game two weeks ago and I didn't plunge into depression. I didn't break anything, nor did I yell at my kid much. I was really proud of myself. 

It's a ray of hope.  

And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll get excited about something other than football.