So last night I sat down to watch the Super Bowl, along with half the world. Thing is, I'm virtually NFL-illiterate, really.
I didn't even know who was playing until watching the pre-game show. In all seriousness, I think my cat knows more about football than I do. But I figured I'd pretend I'm a football fan and see what happens.
Thing is, you've got to cheer for someone, right? I mean -- what's the point of even watching if you don't want one of the teams to win?
So there I was… hmmm… Seattle or Denver? What's more important, rock-solid defense, or rock-solid offense?
Who would Jesus cheer for, I wondered.
But then it hit me. Seattle is the birthplace of Starbucks!
And I practically live at Starbucks.
So, I decided to cheer for Starbucks. Seattle would be my team.
I settled in with a bag of potato chips and a beer and was all like "Go Starhawks!"
But then another thought struck me.
I really love a good denver sandwich -- I mean, who doesn't, right?
So now I was all confused again, my loyalty to Seattle faltering a bit. I've got to admit, there are times when I might even trade my grande latte for a damn fine denver sandwich!
I barely had time to take a few sips of beer after the coin toss when I looked up to see that Starbucks was already winning the game by two points, twelve seconds in.
So, it was a no-brainer. I became an avid Seattle fan. And wow, they really kicked butt from there on in.
The moral of this story? Sometimes you've gotta just go with your initial gut-feelings.