Super Bowl XLVIII: Can’t lose, can’t win
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. Finally. I’m more than tired of hearing about it. Still, as long as the game hasn’t been played, I haven’t lost. And I haven’t won.
You see, I have a bit of a dilemma. Any other year, I’d be pleased to have the Broncos in the Super Bowl. It’s great when the hometown team goes all the way. And while I’ve been lukewarm in past years, I’ve gotten really excited about Peyton Manning this year. What a fabulous comeback from an injury that could have ended his career. Breaking all kinds of records. The only thing left for him to do is cap it off with a Super Bowl victory. The perfect storybook ending.
My problem is that I also really want the Seahawks to win. The Hawks have been my son’s favorite team since the year they joined the league. He and they grew up together. I’ve supported them to support him all this time. Most years they haven’t been contenders, but they remained determined and undaunted, and this year they’ve made it all the way. With a remarkable young second-year quarterback, Russell Wilson. I get tickled when sportscasters talk about him. More often than not they speak of RussellWilson, as though it’s all one word. And I always think of Tom Hanks and his volleyball “Wilson!” in Cast Away. There’s also the oddity of both Russell and Wilson being sporting goods companies. Gotta wonder if his parents were thinking about that when they named him.
Anyway, I really, really would love to see Manning top off the year and his career with a Super Bowl win. He’s earned it. He deserves it. It seems “right.” At the same time, I really, really want to see the Seahawks win. For my son and for a team that doesn’t get a shot at the Super Bowl that often, and for the young quarterback who has gotten them there.
The Young Turk against The Old Master. The #1 Defense against the #1 Offense. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what to hope for. No matter how it ends, I can’t lose. And I can’t win.