Congratulations, Giants!! You proved the world wrong by winning the Super Bowl in a year that you weren’t even expected to make the playoffs. You made Gisele Bundchen drop the f-bomb in a tirade against her hubby’s team and you pushed Rob Gronkowski to dance shirtless to LMFAO. Consider all of your preseason missions accomplished!
While Eli and the G-men and most of the Tri-State area soak up the win, what about the rest of us sorry saps who not only are left out of the party but have nothing to fill the void the end of the football season leaves behind? I mean, what are we supposed to get excited about now? March Madness? Tiger Woods? Should I be obsessively Googling the words “Awesome Blake Griffin Dunk” so that I can yell “Oh Snap!!” while pretending to understand what makes the dunk so awesome? I don’t know who I am anymore!
In a recent article, Dr. Phil labeled what a lot of us are dealing with as PFDS or Post Football Depression Syndrome. (Something tells me he totally ripped it off from Mother Hen’s brilliant “Post Traumatic Saints Disorder” post, but whatevs.) Dr. Phil’s totally sexist article says that the good news about the end of football season is that us lady folk get our husbands back! Now we can cook for him in between birthin’ babies and stuff!! His less gender-biased coping suggestions include trying something new and doing chores to fill the void. To be honest Dr. Phil, I was more depressed that I lost 3 minutes of my life reading this article than I was about the end of the season.
Although I’m only 2 days removed from the Super Bowl, I’ve already started to feel a slight tinge of football withdrawals.
I’ve decided I’ll try to distract myself by watching Oscar nominated movies so I can sound all cultured and worldly while debating the merits of the actual winners. After the Oscars, I’m training for the Crescent City Classic in New Orleans and kicking my wedding planning and bachelorette party preps into high gear. That should take me well into training camp season, which means the return of football is just around the corner!
For those of you who don’t have a wedding or race to prepare for, might I suggest vodka?