My Thoughts on...the Super Bowl

I know, I know.  Becky's Blog.  Sports.  I understand what you're thinking.  And because I understand, it's with the most respect that I say these three words:

Knock it off.

OK, so I have to admit, though I absolutely adore watching sports of all varieties, especially with the right company, if you know me at all you know how lame I am when it comes to recognizing athletes and quoting statistics.  I know rules.  I know teams.  I just don't have the time to do much anything other than enjoy games...so I'll leave the knowledge to those others of you who are wired that way more naturally.

Having said that...it's Super Bowl Sunday, so I think it's a rule that I should have some thoughts.

So here they are.  (Don't worry, it won't take long.)

First things first, our household is split on who should win tonight.  So that makes it fun.  Or not.  Depending on how "in your face" my kids choose to become.  I'll let you know how that works out.  The kids wanted to know who I was cheering for.  As any good (and un-opinionated) mother would respond, I told them I hadn't decided yet.  Hudson didn't accept that. 

"Mom, that's not fair!  You know you're just going to decide in the last 3 minutes of the game to make sure that you choose the team that wins!"

Busted.

Secondly, I am rather excited about the fact that my friend is bringing over her amazing white chicken chili.  I made my sweet "kid friendly" chili, which is all well and good, but her chili is a show stopper.  And a nose runner.  Eating chili on Super Bowl Sunday just makes me laugh, though.  The church where I served as worship leader when I was in college always had a chili cook off on Super Bowl Sunday.  It was highly competitive and yielded quite a few pleased palates.  Unfortunately, that is not my primary memory when I think of those days.  Nope.  Not at all.  My memory is the statement that was on the newly installed electronic sign out front:

"Come join us for our Super Bowel chili cook-off!

Super Bowel.  Chili.  I know...I'm immature.  But that's just funny.  We had some good laughs in staff meeting about that one!

Third, I feel it is critical that you be made aware of the following:  If you happen to be watching the game and see a guy on the sidelines looking all official and what-not with a sign around his neck that reads "Hey, Beck...you rock!" (which you will NOT see, because that would just be silly and he could potentially lose his job...but just in case), I am that Beck.  It's true.  And I clearly have no problem living vicariously through the slightly more exciting life of my friend.  Though, truth be told, I've heard the traffic is a pain, so my living room will be quite sufficient for me.  Plus I get to eat really yummy chili...so I'm pretty sure he's the one that should be jealous.

And lastly...though this post is downright ridiculous, I can't not  direct your hearts toward a prayer for a rather horrific side of today.  The side that takes the opportunity to enjoy a good game, experience memorable moments and have an overall fabulous time and turns it into an opportunity to traffic girls for sex.  It makes me ill.  To my core.  I've never been trafficked.  Nor have I ever been a slave.  Sure, I've experienced my own deep scars from situations that I would have preferred never unfolded in my life...and there is a very tiny part of me that can relate to some of the emotions of being used and taken advantage of...but only enough to really be passionate about praying against this industry.  Not to the point of understanding how these girls feel.  I will never minimize their horror by claiming to be able to understand what it's like. I will, however, ask you to join me in praying for these girls as this weekend draws to a close.  Pray for safety against what could happen.  Pray for healing in light of what has already happened.  And click here to take a look at just one of the many articles that could aid you in directing your prayers.

So, those are my thoughts.  I'm certainly not obsessed, but I anticipate good times today as we hang with good friends, eat good food, enjoy the fun of the game (and maybe a few sideline pictures) and pray for those who aren't able to do the same. 

But be forewarned, do not visit my blog if you expect any post-game thoughts on anything other than food or my children's competitive sides.  Not gonna happen...(insert smiley face here).