My Big Pick for the Big GamePosted: January 31, 2014
It’s almost here, friends. The Sunday when all of America gathers around some television somewhere to watch a whole bunch of really big grown men run around a field chasing a ball. Hey, dogs do that very same thing every single day at dog parks all around the world. But apparently this is different. This is what the humans refer to as “an event.” While a few humans will be very interested in the game itself, most are just in it for the party. And a few will be taking potty breaks during the game so they can be back in their seats for the commercials (at least a couple of which feature some very talented dogs).
Naturally, my crazy human mommy insisted that I get involved in the big game by picking the eventual winner of that gorgeous sterling silver Lombardi Trophy. Being the genius liberal arts major that she is, Mommy came up with this brilliant scientific plan: Let’s put treats on two different plates and then label one Seattle Seahawks and the other Denver Broncos. Then let’s see which one Miss Harper Lee picks.
At this point, I feel an obligation to issue the following warning: No matter what you do, please do not take this information to Las Vegas. A liberal arts major is asking a dog to head toward either one plate or the other and pick a treat to determine a kind of important match-up in the “gaming” world. The following information, as they say, is for “entertainment purposes” only.
So I chose the Denver Broncos, and here’s my reasoning. I am a huge New Orleans Saints fan. Archie Manning played for the Saints . . . back when humans attending the games wore paper bags over their heads, but that’s beside the point . . . and Broncos quarterback Peyton Manning is Archie’s son. Therefore, I am for the Broncos.
But wait. Mommy, the liberal arts major, decided that perhaps my pick was not “scientific” enough–really?–and that we should try one more time to make sure that I actually intended to pick the Broncos as the winner of the big game. No problem with me, Mommy. Load those two plates with more treats and let me have one more go at it.
And the Lombardi Trophy goes to the Seattle Seahawks. So my reasoning for this pick is even more farfetched than the whole Saints-Peyton connection, but bear with me. My very fun blogging, Instagram, and Twitter friends the Cascadian Nomads are huge Seahawks fans. They even dress up in 12th Man gear to show their support, so I have to back their team. Right? Well, not according to Mommy, whose liberal-arts-major brain was now blown by my conflicting big game picks. So, you guessed it, she insisted that I make one more pick to break the tie.
At this point, I couldn’t help but laugh at Mommy. I had this game figured out. If I pick a different team every single time, this could go on and on all day long and I could get more and more and more and more and more treats. Bring on Round 3.
Well, Mommy decided this would be the final round, a best-two-out-of-three kind of thing. Turns out liberal arts majors do have some sense after all. So I very carefully approached both plates . . . one marked Denver Broncos and one marked Seattle Seahawks.
And I made my choice.
So, now you tell me who you thought I picked to win the big game!