Superbowl Determination

Normally I'm not big on watching football. This week was an exception. The Superbowl is normally the only thing I watch, and usually I'm only watching the commercials. This year however, a team who I've always liked solely because their name and place of origin were interesting, managed to squeeze their way into the final playoff game. Unfortunately, conflict sparked when I realized this game would be played versus none other than The Christian's favorite team. Because my dad is such a friendly competitor he decided to invite him and Lizard over on Friday just to build tension to a maximum. The game was played today.

Before I go any further, I'll give you the names of the teams. My father and I were rooting for the Ravens. Coming from Baltimore, this team was named after Edgar Allen Poe's burial site located in Maryland. Being the son of an English teacher makes me especially prone to like this team. Last Thursday my dad and I actually began saying "Nevermore Patriots, nevermore!" This brings me to The Christian's team, the Patriots. Coming from New England, the team was oddly named the Patriots. These foppish scuts have won the Superbowl a few too many times and deserve a nice woopin'.

Before I explain the events of today I'll tell you about Friday's dinner. My mom made her delicious enchiladas that day. The enchiladas were especially delicious with the taste of confidence. I wore my Ravens jersey, and even though it is the jersey of a deceased player, Mcnair, it still gives me power. The Christian decided to enter my home with no form of football paraphernalia, how very cocky of him. He said his hellos, and it wasn't until he dropped his gaze to my shirt to the tension string pull tight. He's eyes met mine and in the few seconds they made contact, I read his thoughts: That's too bad, I kind of liked you. I was unfazed: May the best man win. He broke his stare, but I sensed his fleeting words: I intend to. So it began.

Today was the day of the game. My eyes were itchy and my nose was running but I was ready for football. I sat down in front of the TV with all my assorted snacks and found the score was tied 3 to 3. At that time I felt the connection between The Christian and me. Like if I were to break my TV I'd find him sitting on the other side, staring into my soul. The next three hours were brutal. With every Patriot touchdown I felt a Red electricity burst from the TV hit me between the eyes from The Christian's victory. Alternatively, every Raven touchdown I could feel a spark of purple lightning fire from my forehead and into the TV to hit The Christian square in the nose. This is how I like to think of things so bear with me. By the last few minutes of the game I could tell we were both shaken pretty badly. The teams were practically tied the whole time and it was clear why these two were the ones who made it to the playoffs. I just returned from the bathroom when I saw the game had ended and my dad shook his head. At that moment I felt the red electricity hit me like a truck. I felt it enter my blood stream and in only a few seconds I could see the victory on The Christians face. I grasped my heart and then my stomach as I ran back into the bathroom.