Oh My Goodness.
The Patriots are going to the Super Bowl.
I have said before how I get wicked nervous. I sometimes think if I watch they will lose. I know, silly. That I get so nervous during big games. When the Patriots played the Rams, I could hardly breathe after the game and after breathing into a paper bag, Dad thought to give me his C-Pap to give me oxygen! He even talked of taking me to the hospital. I continued to breathe into the paper bag and slowly became normal again.
Most of my anxiety is generally related to my family or my opinions of myself but some is some irrational fears of watching the Patriots, specifically them. I have none of the same qualms watching the Bruins or any other games. I am not sure why. I fear that MY watching will bring bad luck specifically. That I will somehow ruin things.
I usually watch the games alone so I can hide under a pillow or blanket if the situation warrants. No one will tell me that I am being to serious. (Not so Secret Sister, I am looking at you.)
I know it is silly. I know. I know. It is irrational.
The only person who really knows of this fear of mine is Dad. He tells me not to worry about it and he has told me since I was a little girl listening to the game with him over the radio because the Patriots were blacked out.
I am kind of embarrassed to admit it but if I am to face it, I will face it here.
Maybe I should pledge to watch the Super Bowl with others this year.