I can't believe that all it took for the Ravens to finally win the Super Bowl was for Nick to not be here watching the game with me. Truthfully, it's probably best that it happened that way.
I can only imagine what it would have been like during that second half stretch when the 49ers were getting back into the game and it appeared that the Ravens were going to choke. Nick would have been pacing back-and-forth, yelling at the inept coaching decisions, cursing under his breath, and lamenting the poor play of the Ravens' linebackers (that would be you, Ray Lewis) who seemed a step too slow and incapable of making any sort of tackle without being driven two or three yards backwards.
As if that wouldn't have been bad enough for Nick, I would have been making him even angrier by offering helpful comments like "I really hope the Ravens don't blow this thing" and "I wonder what would have happened if the power outage hadn't happened?" And, acting as if I don't do the same thing when my favorite team is going through a bad stretch, I also would have been sure to tell him repeatedly to "Stop being so negative" and "Be quiet." Yes, it would have been quite a pleasant evening at our house if we'd been watching the game together.
Seriously, I'm very happy for Nick. He was too young to really remember the Ravens first Super Bowl victory. Now, his team has won the big game and he'll be able to hold on to that memory forever.
Maybe I can have the same experience some day.
This is where the magic happens.
