{"id":3091,"date":"2013-02-04T07:42:43","date_gmt":"2013-02-04T15:42:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.streamdoubletrouble.com\/?p=3091"},"modified":"2013-02-03T21:46:53","modified_gmt":"2013-02-04T05:46:53","slug":"superbowl-sporting-extravaganza","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/streamoftheconscious.com\/superbowl-sporting-extravaganza\/","title":{"rendered":"Superbowl Sporting Extravaganza"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The original football.<\/p><\/div>\n

It all started on the drive home from school Friday afternoon.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoGiants! Go Nin-ners!\u201d echoed in stereo from the back seat of the MomMobile. What horrific ridiculousness was this!<\/p>\n

Giants? Nonsense. We are a two-team household here; this means my sons have a choice.<\/p>\n

Prefer blue? Feel the designated hitter is unconstitutional? Want to follow in the history of Mom\u2019s side of the family. You\u2019ll be bleeding Dodger Blue for life \u2013 learning to count and keep score to the stylings of the legendary Vin Scully.<\/p>\n

Feeling the grass is greener? Want to support your local team \u2013 knowing the team may even someday come closer? Understand that pitchers cannot hit? Get amped by the comeback kids who fight till the end via scrappy small ball? Following in Dad\u2019s footsteps? Then for you \u2013 this is A\u2019s baseball.<\/p>\n

I am a sports fan. I am a baseball girl. I grew up loving my boys in blue. I do not consider myself a bandwagon fan. We live in the Bay Area, so sure \u2013 Niners, fine.<\/p>\n

What\u2019s that you say? How can I accept the San Francisco 49ers but not the San Franciso Giants? Because I\u2019ve never been a diehard football fan.<\/p>\n

I grew up in Southern California through the era of Rams and Raiders. Who then abandoned our city for greener pastures. (Haha. Get it \u2013 Oakland? Green?) Then I interned with the Oakland A\u2019s 2001 playoff contending team. Raider fans would show up \u2013 painted fully in black and silver. \u201cRAIDERS RULE!\u201d they\u2019d drunkenly slur and shriek.<\/p>\n

Dudes. Seriously. Wrong sport.<\/p>\n

So\u2026rooting for the Raiders is out.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m more inclined to root for the San Jose Sharks than the LA Kings. Because during my most impressionable Southern California sporting days, hockey was seriously low priority. The only thing I ever heard about it was courtesy of Michael Aroesty\u2019s daily updates on the Wayne Gretsky era in Mrs. Pope\u2019s fifth grade class. (But let\u2019s be honest \u2013 I wasn\u2019t paying attention since I was busy crushing on Brandon Barash, who was my grade\u2019s dreamboat K-8.)<\/p>\n

Here, I\u2019ve got friends who are very into feeling the teal. The Sharks were my first hockey experience<\/a>. And since there are only so many renditions of Cars I can take, Friday evening found the newly negotiated season of San Jose Sharks skating across our TV.<\/p>\n

The commentators were vamping about this and that when Couture scored a goal. A little picture-in-picture appeared with some background info in No. 39. Destroy stopped mid-destruction.<\/p>\n

\u201cTHE TV IS SAYING ME!\u201d (They share a name.) So that was cute.<\/p>\n

And of course, I\u2019ve had great times hanging out at San Jose Earthquakes games with my girlfriends. Not to mention PapaStavo is doing his damndest to sway the boys toward soccer.<\/p>\n

Turns out they\u2019re pretty good at it. A good warmup with the original football on Superbowl Sunday.<\/p>\n