Yesterday, they did.For me, a guy who loves football no matter who's playing, it was a gridiron event with compelling human-interest angles. For my wife, on the other hand, it was something else entirely.
Mrs. KintlaLake had lived in New Orleans in her younger days, developing an affection for the Saints. More recently Indy was home, so she pledges allegiance to the Colts as well. Every year she roots for both teams to win it all -- which means that yesterday she was completely, colossally screwed.
Arriving at a friend's Super Bowl party, she removed her blue coat, adorned with a Colts button, to reveal a black Saints t-shirt. She announced that she'd decided to cheer for long-suffering New Orleans.
In the end, divided loyalties and all, my missus got her wish. I had great fun watching the game myself, of course, but I got far more satisfaction seeing Mrs. KintlaLake realize that she wasn't stuck in a no-win bind after all -- sometime in the middle of the second quarter, it dawned on her that she couldn't possibly lose.
There's a lesson in there somewhere.
