Panthers vs. Broncos

The Superbowl was scheduled for Sunday night at home, but we are basically a half a day ahead of the East Coast. So, we show up at an Irish Pub called Póg Mahones at about noon on Monday, February 8th. I think it is safe to say that we were the only people in the entire pub wanting the Panthers to win. We got there just as they were calling out the MVPs for the past 49 Superbowls.

We cheered when Ray Lewis and Joe Flacco came out, and we were the only people doing so. Also, we felt very bad for Tom Brady. When he came out, everyone booed. How bad must that feel? You are getting honored and as a three time Superbowl MVP and people boo you? That sucks. I mean, I am in no way shape or form a Patriots fan, and I do not like the Patriots at all, or Tom Brady for that matter, but that was horrible.

We were excited for the actual game as well. I think, I have never had a year in my life where the football wasn’t constantly on during the fall and winter. We would watch the Ravens games with my aunts and uncles and we would have yummy food and just have fun. You don’t really realize how much you take for granted until you loose it all. It felt amazing to watch the game again. It felt like I was at home again, with the exception, chicken wings are not at all popular in New Zealand. You can find them at some restaurants, but they are asian style chicken wings, with a soy-hoisin glaze and stuff. I miss Old Bay! Like I said, you don’t realize what you take for granted until you loose it all.

Only Da and I watched most of the Superbowl. Gianna, Tori, and Mama went to the apartment after halftime, while Da and I stayed until the three-minute mark. The halftime show was not at all what I expected. I was mostly just excited because… uh… BEYONCÉ! Oh my lord she even makes falling look fabulous. I was a little weirded out by all the flowers and stuff, it seemed weird to me. Mama called it the “kidzbop halftime show” because of that. I liked the nostalgia part at the end, but the rest was weird. I liked the dance battle thing between Bruno Mars and Beyoncé, and when Coldplay, Bruno, and Beyoncé sang together at the end. It was the thought that counted.

Also, Lady Gaga crushed the National Anthem. The memes on the internet are hilarious too. “When you have to sing the National Anthem and 6:30 but you gotta host the hunger games at 8,” was one of my favorites that my mom showed me. But off that topic, Lady Gaga can sing! She killed it.

I thouroughly enjoyed watching the Superbowl and while I would have liked the Panthers to win, I’m glad Peyton Manning got his win. I’m not a Broncos fan, I’m just happy for Peyton.