Super Bowl? World Series? Same thing

I never considered myself one to enjoy watching sports games. Going to Fenway, or Gillette is one thing, however, sitting in my living room staring at a screen and watching men basically walking from base to base does not appeal to me. So I am sure you can imagine my surprise when I found Danielle and myself curled up by the fire, alone, and immersed in the Super Bowl. Yes, I would probably pretend to watch it, or google the score every so often however, I never predicted we of all people would be stationed in front of the TV, home alone. Trapped inside a white blanket of snow, there was no way we were going anywhere. So, the Super Bowl it was!

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" "COME ON!". We looked at each other in question, what were we doing!? So enveloped in a game we hardly understood! Yet, we could not take our eyes off the screen. It felt as if we were in our own world, oblivious to each other as we screamed and cheered for the only two players we knew; Brady and Gronk. Twos became ones and ones became zeros, and the suspense increased. With only seconds left of the game, we began giving up hope. At this point, there was no pretending we did not care because our angry questions shot at the TV said it all. All of a sudden, a pass was thrown, as we watched it soar into the arms of an opposing player. We looked away, refusing to watch but when we looked up it was no longer in the hands of the opposing team but those of our own. We looked at each other as we jumped up and down in excitement!

“WE WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!!” (Danielle)... and at that moment, our chances of considering ourselves true fans, died.