The first thing you must know about the SuperBowl is that most of my family are dedicated Forty Niners fans.
Especially my cousin Jennifer.
She has supported them and cheered for them for as long as I’ve known her.
I affectionately refer to them as “Jennifer’s boys.”
So you can imagine when they were in the SuperBowl, there was only one place I was going to be for the game.
Next to Jennifer.
Of course, as we all know, the Niners didn’t win.
I woke up in the middle of the night so sad that they lost.
But cheers to the Chiefs, they played a good game, even if there were a few sketchy calls.
Here we all are, ready for the SuperBowl:
I am a unique sports fan.
I usually get up and go to the bathroom at key moments in the game because I’m so nervous.
The more tension, the more likely it is you will find me in the bathroom.
Baseball KILLS me.
But for the SuperBowl?
I never left my seat.
Not even when the tides turned and the Niners started to lose.
Why, you ask?
Because I kept hoping for a win.
I really wanted to see a 49er SuperBowl win.
Maybe next year.