After the Super Bowl, I had some doubts about my ability to recover. My faith in the league took a huge hit. Co-workers jokingly (I hope) checked my wrists the next day and asked if I needed to be put on suicide watch. Obviously, I was fine. It's just a game.
The week following the loss I cut myself off from all social media (checking off #46 on my 101 in 1001 list) and sports news. From there, I slowly eased back in to my normal routine. I thought college basketball would get me through the pain of hating my favorite sport. Then Cuse decided they didn't actually want to leave the Big East on top, so I tried hockey. While I can see the appeal, I need a full season to learn the rules and get to know the players. For the first time since I was probably 6, I understood what life could be like for a non-sports fan. If you're wondering, there's the same amount of drinking, just less of it in front of the TV.
When I got the text about Percy Harvin going to Seattle, I thought, "Great, as if I needed another reason to hate the Seahawks and their bastard of a coach." Then the Niners came through with a move of their own. I know Boldin is "old" by NFL standards and may never be as good as he was for Baltimore in the post-season, but I'll take his hands over speed any day (#TWSS)!
My excitement over the move surprised even me. I actually posted about the NFL on Facebook for the first time in a month. I still can't bring myself to watch/read anything related to the Super Bowl, but I can at least say I'm looking forward to the 2013 season.
Like any broken relationship, time really does heal all.