i can't say that today was the first time i'd seen a super bowl outside of the united states. my first viewing experience while abroad afforded me sports commentaries in a cockney accent, and if i wasn't drinking a cup of tea while green bay left new england to lick its wounds, i was doubtless eating some fresh market bread with raspberry jam. despite the novelty of it, i admit that watching american football in england wasn't all that rousing. try as i might, i don't even remember seeing the end of the game.
what i can say, though, is that today was the first time i watched a super bowl from a place where a first and ten is actually a primero y diez, and where a goal isn't a "touchdown!", but an "anotacion!" today, it wasn't the steelers who romped on the seahawks. in my world, i watched the acereros leave the halcones marinos in the dust, lamenting their state of affairs.
my husband and i, curled up together on a couch along with his brothers and their wives, followed passes and interceptions as we sipped on cans of modelo especial and sucked on salted limes. we sat back and took in commercials about chile potato chips and presidential election propaganda. computer images of the institutional revolutionary party's logo (pri) were superimposed every so often on the playing field. and we watched, wide-eyed, as a prehistoric-looking mick jagger skipped laps around the stage, wondering if the tickets to their upcoming concert here were sold out yet. it felt a little like being in an alternate reality, like i really had stepped through the looking glass this time. it was one of the best super bowls ever.
i loved watching it with patricio because neither of us really care about sports. when playing trivia games, we both groan in despair when having to answer questions about "most home runs" or "mvp in such and such year." somehow, though, we both know enough about football to get really, really pumped when we see an impossible pass completed or a player striding across ten-yard lines, escaping the desperate tackle attempts of his opponents. so we got pumped this afternoon, and it was terrifically fun.
i also loved watching it in this new country of mine; seeing something as 100% american as the super bowl being broadcast as the super tazon added an entirely new hue and feel to the color and texture of my football memories. it was an experience akin to eating flame-broiled hamburgers with pineapple instead of pickles.
but as surreal as the event seemed over the course of four quarters, it also felt so very familiar. and to be honest, it's a lot like being newly married--both a sensation and an awareness that i'm enjoying so much. so very much.