I am really good at keeping myself composed. I show LOTS of happiness, but if I am sad, I keep it to myself. I don't like people to see me cry, even if I am watching a sad movie. I'm really weird that way.
Anyway, as you guys know, I live in Wisconsin, and you may or may not know this, but the Packers are a pretty big deal here. Lots of team pride: heck, we have "The Lambeau Leap" and no other team has this unique and awesome celebration when a touchdown is scored (at home, of course). My family's love for the Packers goes WAY back -- my Grandpa even had Elijah Pitts at his house one time (yes, it's true! My mom got to meet him and everything. This was before the modern day hustle and bustle that surrounds famous people, making them "untouchables").
Anyway, it was THE big game the other night against our arch enemy team, The Bears ("da Bears"), the battle for the NFC Championship. I watched most of the game and then had to leave when there was 10 minutes left (we had a gift card for a local pizza place, so I called ahead and went to go pick it up). I was in my car when the Packers intercepted the ball in the final minute of the game, and the announcer said, "That's the dagger! The Green Bay Packers are going to the Super Bowl!!"
So, what do I do? I get tears in my eyes. Yep. I cried tears of joy for the Packers. Honestly, I don't get emotional over sports so I am blaming the pregnancy hormones (last time around, when I was pregnant with Elise, it was the Clifford theme song that made me cry -- how sweet that Clifford needed Emily so she chose him for her own).
I'm lame. I know.
Anyway, I am excited for the big game on February 6th. This is awesome! The last time The Pack won the Super Bowl was when I was a junior in high school. Oh yes, I wore my green and gold proudly in my small town Minnesota school. Gotta back the Pack!