So I came late to American football. It was 1996 and we'd just gotten cable (hey, this IS the other side of the world, right?) and there it was in all its glory and Superbowl Sunday coincided with the Australia Day holiday (but not Australia Day itself) so we invited friends over to watch Dallas thump the bejesus out of Pittsburgh and I made Shake'NBake and chili dogs and we ate candy and cookies and popcorn and tried to play touch in half-time but our backyard was approx 4 foot square so we pretended to be cheerleaders instead....
And I loved it so much I picked a team next season. And I picked Chicago because I like the city (not that I've been to many places in the US). And they hadn't been to the Bowl in years. And they've been nowhere near it till today.
*sigh* and now my manager tells me I have to go to a FRGGIN MEETING right in the middle of the second half! Good thing I can call Mark and get him to record it for me. GRRRRRRR
But still, I'm gonna celebrate with a Wendy's hot dog for lunch. MMMMMMMM mystery meat......