Four years ago, I was in South Africa during the Superbowl.

My brother was conflicted about the teams ~ New England was undefeated, and as Steelers fans, we don’t love the Patriots.

But as a New Yorker, he couldn’t stomach the Giants winning either.

Me?  I wanted New York to win, to prevent the Patriots from having a perfect season.  Typing that, I realize it was a really angry way to choose a team.

Fast forward four years.  I’ve spent three of them watching the Giants every Sunday (when their game time didn’t conflict with the Steelers, obv!) I have affection for them, I watch how much my man loves them, and I love the man more than life itself.

I knelt on the floor of my living room as the final minutes wound down tonight, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.  I prayed.  I cried.  I wanted more than anything, for my man’s team to win.  It’s been a rough year for him, and I remember how after the most rough year of my life, the Steelers triumphed against Arizona.  The adrenaline of that kept me floating on a high until the next season began.

Congratulations to the New York Football Giants.  And to my man, so far away ~ you believed when no one else did.  I’m glad they won tonight.  And I love you.