Monday, February 05, 2007

I Can't Believe I Did That

So.

After realizing that yesterday was Superbowl Sunday, Jeff and I looked up the time ESPN would run the game on the Satellite stations.

3AM. Oh my.

Of course, it will be replayed in its entirety on Monday at a reasonable hour.

But.

My hubby and I discussed how COOL it would be to actually watch the Superbowl AT THE SAME TIME as all of you dear American loved ones.

Think of it.

While you are eating some wonderful Super Bowlish snacks and dinner...sitting in living rooms watching the action...

We MISSIONARIES....in a FOREIGN LAND....could be bleary eyed...watching the action at the very moment you are.

Which would mean that on the day following the SuperBowl we could freely read the news on the internet...open emails with abandon having no fear that someone would inadvertently give the score away...before we saw the game.

Here's how it all went down.

We drank alot of caffeine around 10:30pm.

The caffeine kept Jeff buzzing until about 3:25am. He saw the kickoff and the first three scores...but couldn't keep his eyes open beyond that.

I, completely unaffected by the caffeine, fell dead asleep about 11:30pm....but woke up about 3:25am when Jeff was searching for the remote control to switch the TV off...

I forced myself awake for "just a few minutes" so I could see some of the gaming live. But, of course, found myself drawn into the terrific game and ended up staying awake longer than I expected. Sometime around the end of the second quarter, I dozed off and woke up to Prince with a head scarf (?) and two women in black dancing madly around him, flinging their very wet hair in all directions. I pulled myself away from the Artist Now Again Known as Prince, and I slept some more, but woke up after about two minutes of the third quarter...and stayed awake to the end.

Jeff slept like an angel beside me.

So I saw it all. The interceptions. The touchdowns. The field goals. The very wet spectators. (I didn't see any commercials. We wouldn't be missionaries if we weren't deprived of something!)

As it became obvious who the winner would be, I had to stay awake for the players to pour liquids on their already drenched coach.

It was delightful. I was thrilled. The SuperBowl live.

Then I realized it was 6AM. Yep. 6AM.

I began feeling the pain at that moment of stunning recognition. I had VOLUNTARILY sat up most of the night. No sick kids. No bad dreams.

Just the Superbowl. And a missionary missing her home culture so much that she would sit up all night to share in one super sports moment with her family and friends in America.

I can't believe I did it. Except that it really feels like I did. My brain is dead tired. And the coffee hasn't yet worked its magic.

Thankfully today is our day off. On the agenda....

More coffee....and the replay of the Superbowl with my husband and kids.

I'll probably sleep through the whole thing....:-)

10 comments:

Lynn said...

I was going to hold off my comment like, "How about them Colts?" until you had time to see the game. Now I don't have to. I loved the presentation of the Lombardi Trophy and the glory the owner and Coach Dungy gave to the Lord. Dungy's own words were that being the first African American coach to win was significant but being a Christian coach was more significant. And Peyton and his being a part of "the team" emphasis was great. Those were my favorite parts of Super Bowl 41. Praise God for the Colts. Oh yeah, Lovie will get his ring too. Same kind of Christian man. As gracious in defeat as Tony was in victory.

Aimee Jo said...

Oh My!!! That is quite amazing...I can't believe you were awake enough to watch most of it.
It's ironic, really, because while you were wide awake at those horrific hours, I was dead asleep in my sister-in-law's room, missing most of the game because I couldn't keep my eyes open!! And that was at 4 pm my time!!
How cool for you-hope you are recovering well.

phyllis said...

How great you were able to watch the Super Bowl game at the same time we did! The Portland Cash clan had a great time eating all kinds of snacks, cheering the Colts, and holding Fiona. Uncle Mike was her favorite, Mommy not withstanding, but we all had the chance to visit with her. She's so cute! Back to the game, we loved Coach Dungy's comments, as well, and were proud of the fact that both coaches were open in their faith. What a great witness!
Hope you caught up on your sleep!

The Gearharts said...

The commercials are my favorite part, and we didn't get to see them here in Mexico either. It is exciting you were watching at the same time. Amazing how often times consequences seem so do able before you actually have to pay the price. I hope you made it through the day after. We send our love

Amy G

LBC said...

Cheryl, I found your blog a while back and wanted to say hello! I also wanted you to know that you were not alone in staying up at crazy hours to get to see the game live. A group of us here in Mbale met up at Shawn and Linda's to watch the game. Even though I was tired, I don't regret it at all! I hope you guys are doing well on your side of the country!
-Laura Beth

Jeff Christian said...

I do the same exact thing during World Cup every four years. I'm a junkie when it comes to international sports.

KMiV said...

So Jeff is officially a football widower!

kristi w said...

Ron, in the Cash family it is the women who are the true football fans! I'm working on my girls now.

As far as the commercials, Cheryl, I don't think you missed much. There were a few cute ones, but it seemed that every break included a preview for one of the CSI gore-fests, which meant a leap across the couch to shield little eyes from the horror!

Glenn said...

Cheryl does some great soul searching blogs and gets 5 or 6 comments, sometimes more or less. A blog on FOOTBALL and I am comment #9 and counting. Guess we know what is important to us.

When Jeff was sleeping, he was also upholding a Cash tradition!!

I agree with those who loved the moment when FAITH was highlighted. That really says what is important.

Glenn said...

Cheryl does some great soul searching blogs and gets 5 or 6 comments, sometimes more or less. A blog on FOOTBALL and I am comment #9 and counting. Guess we know what is important to us.

When Jeff was sleeping, he was also upholding a Cash tradition!!

I agree with those who loved the moment when FAITH was highlighted. That really says what is important.