Go Giants!

Nothing is more mystifying to me than when a grown man expresses tremendous emotion over of a sports game.  Yet, here I am typing this blog because tonight, my strong, creative, artistic bear of a man was in tears, literally . . . because the NY Giants just won Superbowl XLVI.

I wanted to be supportive, really I did, but my interest in the game had more to do with watching a gracefully aging Madonna strut her stuff in the ultimate demonstration of Girl Power than anything else.  I wish I could say I cared about yardage gained but I focused more intently on analyzing the fun/wow factor of technology, car and soda sipping polar bear commercials.

All that aside, at the end of the night, there I was, holding my honey’s hand, patting it, while tears streamed from his eyes.  “Thanks honey,” he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.  “For what?” I asked.

“Just being with you is lucky,” he whispered.  And that’s when it dawned on me.  Maybe what makes this American ritual so powerful and so pervasive is that it has as much, if not more, to do with connection than it does with the sport itself.  So I asked, “what is it about this game that makes you so emotional?  Is it really just because they won?”

Honey took a moment before answering.  “It’s one of the only connections I have with my father.  I used to watch games with him when I was growing up.”  Note to those of you, who like me, can’t tell the difference between the business end of a football and a snow-shoe; baseball has an over 160 game season, football 16 plus the post season;  every game is an event, a opportunity to connect with family, friends — with those you love.  More than anytime during our hectic lifestyles, it’s an opportunity for so many to leave the week behind and celebrate life without worrying about work, or money, or the kids.

Watching the post-game news, one reporter shared a story of three generations of a family on Long Island who have always spent their Sunday nights together in order to watch the Giants play.  Suddenly what my honey said jumped off the screen.

The fact is, until now, my children and I have not had these kinds of traditions and maybe that’s why tonight’s game was such a foreign experience for me.  Now I have a different context for understanding what the mania is all about thanks to my honey.  It’s about family and connection, and this is a concept that is vastly more familiar to me.

So I asked myself, do I have any rituals that have been passed down from my family that I share with my children?   Though I am the type to cry easily — Kay jewelry commercials, chick-flick trailers and Disney movies move me equally — I wondered which of my past-times or professional pursuits translated with the same passion to my children that football does to my honey and his family?

This begged the question, what did I get from my parents?  I can think of obvious generational hand-me-downs such as work ethic, recipes, and my strong liberal Democratic leanings.

But what is the catalyst, the thing, that morphs a simple act or attitude into a life-long familial passion that becomes a truly meaningful and relevant tradition?  Do I have any of those in my family history?  Is there anything that I can say ‘when I hear/see/do this . . . I think of my family’?

As a young girl, my father played our baby grand piano and I sang along with while he played Mozart’s Ah vous, dirai-je Maman (aka twinkle, twinkle little star/ABC song).  And even before that, my mother encouraged me to write my first poems and her mother, my beloved Grandmother, taught me my first musical theatre song and how to understand Shakespeare’s sonnets.  I know these experiences were the foundation of my musical and writing careers, but did these experiences a tradition make?

Tonight, my son, daughter and I watched and held sacred witness to the ritual of American football.  Even though my daughter did some taunting on behalf of the Patriots to stay loyal to her best friend whose family generously hosted the Superbowl party we attended, we all held a space for the man we love as he smiled, screamed and ultimately cried.  Who won?  The New York Giants, but ultimately, we all won, my family won, because we felt a deeper connection to each other and to my honey.

Now, in the experiencing of these new-to-us rituals I know we are somehow helping to create a deeper connection with my children.  And even though I am not necessarily a football fanatic, I am a huge fan of those I love, and will be here to embrace their passions even if it means watching a game I can barely follow.

So after a long and fun night it’s me who wants to break into a nifty end zone samba.  Who knows, maybe that could become a tradition too!

12 Responses to Go Giants!
  1. Phyllis Hirschauer
    February 6, 2012 | 9:30 am

    Shira… you are “AMAZING” with words…. loved this piece… we all (women)think it and relate to it….

    You are going places girl with this kind of writting!

    • Diva-Mama
      February 6, 2012 | 11:47 am

      Thank you, Phyllis. This is the best part of being an Over40Females member . . . building connection with amazing, supportive women like you.

  2. J S Gilbert
    February 6, 2012 | 11:27 am

    I think the richest experiences are the ones we connect, albeit often subconciously, to friends, family and ultimately connecting.

    And I couldn’t agree more with you, as I idn’t even have yesterday’s game on until my better half came home, and then we were joined by some friends at half time. The game was an excuse for us to connect, er, well also a chance for me to show off my vast compendium of knowledge regarding the Superbowl commercials.

    One interesting aspect of life and connections these days is the internet and social media. Despite the thousands, or perhaps tens of thousands off scammers, spammers, hacks, peddlers and other phonies, wannabes and shucksters, I’ve managed to meet a lot of very interesting, warm, caring and compassionate people. Some of my dearest friends have met their husbands, wives and life partners online.

    So, then for many of us who participate in social media, it isn’t about “duck and cover” or even caring what might be preceived on our “permanent record”. We are driven to participate, to dig deep, because we strive for that “connection”.

    • Diva-Mama
      February 6, 2012 | 11:45 am

      Thank you, J.S., for taking the time to share a comment here. I appreciate that in doing so, you’ve increased your connection to me, the readers here and ultimately and most importantly, to those you love.

      And yes, weren’t some of those commercials pretty awesome? But what did you think about 53 yr. old Madonna shaking her thang as if she were still in her 20s?!

      I am definitely not connected to my knee joints as solidly as she is . . . and in HEELS too!

  3. Eve Fogler
    February 6, 2012 | 1:45 pm

    Shira,

    I echo your wonder at how some people connect to this remarkable tradition. I wish I had the same connection to something that my husband has to his beloved football. His first live football game was in Miami the year the Dolphins won there–and that victory has made him a steadfast fan, despite the challenges of living in NY and having no other fans nearby…and the taunting, jeering and giggling of his friends. My ‘Honey’ is a soft-spoken gem who can be heard screaming commands at the screen at most times during the football season. I have never heard him yell at any other time in our 16 year relationship. Perhaps part of what makes football special for him is the opportunity to express anger, frustration, contempt, indignation…as well as the joy and exhilaration of triumph. The “negative” emotions are perhaps not as acceptable in the his daily life–so football has become an acceptable outlet for them to find a home.

    Thanks so much for your beautiful and heartfelt expression. I really love reading what you write. xoxo

    • Diva-Mama
      February 6, 2012 | 2:34 pm

      Dear Eve,

      I so appreciate what you wrote and agree. I think football DOES serve as an energetic release for men. It’s the safe/acceptable/understood mode of letting men do what women do naturally, let it ALL out when we need/have to. Though I am also perfectly Ok with getting my nails done or having a girls night out to release steam too!

  4. Bill Rapp
    February 9, 2012 | 8:45 pm

    You write well, but you “voice” far better.
    Someday we should talk about the Democrats of the Kennedy era & those today, who cannot see the differences.

  5. Bill Rapp
    February 9, 2012 | 8:46 pm

    Oh, I didn’t mean error, I meant, of course era.

    • Diva-Mama
      February 11, 2012 | 7:35 am

      Thanks Bill. I went ahead and made the correction in your first comment.
      And from one “voice” to another . . . thank you. Maybe my next step should be to create audio blogs! Another VO colleague does that as well. Thanks for the gentle reminder that I need to use my voice in all ways – especially when for highest and best good.

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