Background: I am not an avid sports fan. I like the winter Olympics and some racket sports but watching a football game from start to finish is like Chinese torture to me. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy parts of the game (besides the half time show!) but it would be very hard to get me in a stadium unless you have a box seat ticket with a bar and bathroom.
The beloved husband, however, is an avid football fan. He loves the (Philadelphia) Eagles mostly, but enjoys other games as well. It’s playoff season now and there are always football games on TV.
Last Sunday as I was zipping around doing incredibly important stuff like solving world peace, cleaning up cat barf and writing a blog post, I was able to catch bits and pieces of the two playoff games.
Even in my dense and preoccupied brain I kept hearing Omaha, Omaha. Curious, I sat down to watch and sure enough it was Peyton Manning who kept yelling it.
I was fairly certain he came from Louisiana. Is there an Omaha in Louisiana and why would you yell it out? Are you saying hi to your grandma?
Not one to dilly around I asked the beloved husband what was going on. He gave a very technical answer which I interpreted as “I dunno.” It’s some sort of play signal. Maybe.
Game over. Life goes on. All of a sudden I am inundated with news articles about Omaha, Omaha. Omahaians are proud and there is hype going on.
I was so stunned that I knew what they were talking about. I never get culture jokes especially sports related ones. My five minutes worth of watching a football game put me in the know. I was cool. I got it.
The chance of it happening again are similar to blue moons, Thanksgivukkah and all those other events that won’t happen in my lifetime but for one game, I was super cool.
Omaha! Omaha! Yay team!