It’s not nice to laugh and cheer when others fail, but it sure is fun! There are two instances in my life, where as a Green Bay Packer’s fan, I felt incredible joy watching a rival NFL team suffer a crushing defeat.
Of course watching Seattle lose in the final moments of Super Bowl XLIX was one of them, but before I highlight my elation, let’s go back to the year 2010. Brett Favre, a former Packer, was playing for the Minnesota Vikings during a playoff game against the New Orleans Saints. The winner of the game would go on to play in the Super Bowl. The game was tied with only 19 seconds to go in the fourth quarter. The Vikings were about 36 yards away from the end zone, but wanted to get a little closer to try for a game winning field goal. On third down, Brett Favre rolled out of the pocket and had plenty of green space in front of him to get several yards closer for the field goal attempt, but instead threw the ball across his body into the middle of the field. INTERCEPTION! New Orleans ended up winning the game. Oh, such jubilation filled my heart watching the Vikings hopes and dreams get crushed.
Here’s the Vikings announcer calling the play. Just listen to him suffer as he calls the action. It’s so fantastic!
Something even better happened during the Super Bowl between the stupid Seahawks and the New England Patriots. Seattle, a team that the Packers should have beat (that’s a link to an article where I detail how many different ways the Packers lost the NFC Championship game), was on the one yard line with less than a minute left on the clock. They were down by four points, so they needed a touchdown. Instead of handing the ball off to Marshawn Lynch, a beast of a man, they decided to run a pass play. Some little dude on the Patriots jumped the route. INTERCEPTION! He picked the ball off and was tackled on the one yard line. Seattle doesn’t take the lead.
I danced with glee watching Seattle’s tragedy. The disgusted look on Richard Sherman’s face as he watched it happen was so delightful for me. But, be still my beating heart. The Seahawks had another chance. They could get a safety if they tackled a Patriots player in the end zone on the next play. Their chance to win was slim, but I watched them pull one out like this only weeks before. I tensed up as Tom Brady crept under his center. Before he could hike the ball, a Seattle defender jumped off sides. Hooray! Now they couldn’t get a safety. The Patriots were going to win! What does Seattle do next? Of course they try to start a donnybrook (my favorite word for a fight). Way to keep it classy, Seahawks. My heart is still bursting with glorious joy.