Since I've known my husband, I've hated football. Not because I think it's a barbaric sport, but because it means that the man I love will be glued to the television screen for at least eight hours EVERY Saturday and Sunday, and I will be S.O.L.
So why I'll try my best not to roll my eyes when asked again what the Super Bowl means through a woman's eyes, I will say this much. My team's not in it, but I'll still be watching because it's in my DNA to watch it.
Saints fans, I implore you to stop obsessively changing jerseys. And all you new moms, do not attempt to stuff your newborn back into your birth canal. If you want to believe in something supernatural for your team, believe in destiny.