Well a field goal scored by the New York Giants in overtime sealed the deal; my beloved Green Bay Packers are done for the season. An absolutely wonderful season, I’m not complaining, but they are done none the less. So now what’s a Midwestern girl to do? Winter just dumped 9 inches of new snow on us last night, so spring is no where in sight. Football at least made January a little more exciting. Like so many Americans who don’t live in the North Eastern part of the US, the teams going to the super bowl leave little for us to get excited about. But the football season isn’t quite over… there is still one last game, the BIG GAME. One last chance to cheer, yell, scream like the players can hear us, and wait with baited breath as the that piece of pigskin sails though the air with precision and grace. One last game before we have to say good-bye to our favorite sport until August.

So how can I care about a game when I don’t care about either team? The Giants aren’t even from my division, so rooting for them seems wrong, but so does rooting for the AFC. These were the thoughts I pondered this morning during my commute, which was twice as long, thanks to last night’s snow fall. Then it hit me…

The elusive “perfect season”.

The Patriots have the chance to make history with a perfect season, 19-0. What football fan wouldn’t want to witness that? (Maybe a Giants fan.) On the other hand the Giants, or should I say Eli Manning, have the chance to make history too. If the Giants win, the Mannings, aka “The First Family of Football”, will be the first set of brothers both at quarterback to win the super bowl and in consecutive years no less. Talk about sibling rivalry! Either way, I’m sure their parents Archie and Olivia are proud.

So maybe the game will be exciting after all. If not, there are always the commercials.