My husband and I are Green Bay Packer fans.
Big fans.
We have both agreed that our children can practice whatever religion they like when they grow up, marry whomever they want (or not get married at all), and do whatever makes them happy so long as they aren’t hurting themselves or anyone else. But they will, by God, be Packers fans.
Needless to say, we were very excited to see the our boys in green and yellow make it to the Super Bowl a few weeks ago.
I am also very proud to say that our team won the Super Bowl, and that we did our part as a family to ensure the victory.
First of all, everyone wore their luckiest clothing. Specifically, we wore the exact same clothing that we had worn for the previous playoff games, all of which ended in a victory. I believe my husband went so far as to avoid washing said previously worn clothes in order to make sure the Good Luck Vibes didn’t get lost in the washing machine.
Commitment, folks.
Second, my husband was only allowed to watch the game with both feet on the wood floor of our dining room, which is adjacent to our family room and provides an adequate view of the TV but does not technically count as being in the same room. We discovered early on in the game that bad things happened when he was in the family room and good things happened when he was out of the room. Therefore, “Go! Go! Get out of here!” was shouted whenever he accidentally wandered back onto the carpet of the family room.
We all make sacrifices.
Jared was not the only person banished from the family room. We invited Faiqa and her family over to watch the game with us, but Faiqa sequestered herself in my daughter’s room with all of the children during the first half of the game. She tried to ruin everything by coming to watch the fourth quarter of the game.
We allowed her to stay just long enough for the Steelers to score, and then promptly banished her until the game was over.
Near the end of the third quarter, I heard someone (probably Faiqa) suggest going home before the end of the game. Something about a school night and kids being out past ten. CAN YOU IMAGINE IF WE HAD LET OUR GUESTS LEAVE??
No.
I locked the doors and vowed to never speak to anyone again if they tried to move from their assigned positions before the Packers secured a victory. I’m not sure that threat would have meant much to any of them at that exact moment, but the crazed look in my eyes kept them in check.
And where was I during the game?
During crucial moments, I had to be standing in front of the TV, purposefully sending good vibes to Aaron Rodgers. Basically, I had to commit to a mind meld with the quarter back several times throughout the night.
It all worked!
After four quarters of nail-biting play, the Green Bay Packers won the Super Bowl with a final score of 31-25, thanks in no small part to my dedication. And lest you think I am delusion, I would like to point out that even Aaron Rodgers understood how important my role was in their victory.
Immediately after the game and the presentation of the Lombardi Trophy, Aaron was interviewed. He praised his team for a job well done and thanked his coaching staff for the years of support during difficult times. And then, he took a deep breath and reconnected our mind meld. He smiled, looked into the camera, and said, “We couldn’t have done this without our fans.”
Any time, Aaron. Any time.
About Britt Reints
Wait… That was YOU?! I thought it was my husband, who was wearing the same hat, jersey, and SOCKS that he wore the last time the Packers won the Super Bowl?!?! I’m so confused.
Twitter Name: bonesysblahg
It was totally my post outing my friend Jenna as not wanting the Steelers to win the Super Bowl. And all of our cheering from my FIL’s house “Here we go Packers, Here we Go {woof! woof!} (you know because we are Browns fans we had to insert a bit of the dog pound in there)
You are welcome.
Twitter Name: DExtraordinaire
Heather – We’re also Browns fans! We just became Packers fans when that villain Art Modell moved our Brownies to .. baltimore. (all lower case ON PURPOSE!) Since the Packers were the only community owned team, they weren’t going to be moving to greener (or more smog-filled ghetto-fied) pastures, in search of fatter pockets.
Twitter Name: bonesysblahg
You sports people are insane.
Of course, I have similar superstitions about gambling. But mine are actually valid.
The real reason your team won was because the morning you took me to see the manatees I wrapped myself in your Packers blanket. Somehow I wasn’t thinking that my good luck, the luck I give my Steelers, might leech out onto that damn blanket.
You are welcome.
Twitter Name: hellohahanarf
I just want you to know that you apparently are no longer welcome in this house.
Says the woman who had to explain to her husband why you couldn’t name a wee girl Jerome.
*sigh*
Twitter Name: Anissa Mayhew
I have, on a number of occasions, re-arranged the seating arrangements in my living room to make sure everyone’s seat is “lucky.” You are my people.
Twitter Name: 21stcenturymrs
Yay! The Packers really should send thank you cards for this kind of dedication.
I like to think our house of die-hard Packer fans also helped a little. I mean, when a five-year old makes a homemade cheesehead out of construction paper AT SCHOOL, on his own accord, and writes GO, PACK, GO and WIN! (Approximately 300 times) with life-like cheese pock-marks, it must mean that energy was sent over to the guys to insure victory!
We don’t watch the NFL, but SEC college football? All over it. I’m a Ga Bulldawg, my husband is a Bama fan. After Uga VIII (our mascot) died recently, they announced that the stand-in mascot Russ would be coming back to fill in until the new Uga could be found. I was HIGHLY upset about that turn of events, because as every UGA fan knows, we lost while Russ filled in at the first of the season and we lost our bowl game when he filled in due to Uga’s illness. I explained all this to my husband, who looked at me as if I had grown a tail and said “You are SERIOUS about this theory, aren’t you?”.
You’re damn right I am. We’re talking football here. Tradition and luck are what wins ballgames. R.I.P. Uga VIII, and please God bring on an all white english bulldawg to fill his tiny jersey soon!
Thank you. Thank you.
You don’t know how happy a woman I will be by the time me and BF will meet.
Bet on Packers all the way I’m claiming my Trophy (wink-wink) when he comes.
Twitter Name: cheri_mr
My husband is a big Saints fan so as you can imagine its who dat season during nfl season in my house. It gets very intense during games. The kids aer not allowed outside of their rooms, they even have to eat in there so as not to ruin the whole mind vibe he believes he is giving out to the Saints to help them. Heck, majority of his clothing is all Saints stuff as well. PS: Congrats.