I can remember one Sunday in early October I had the thought “How am I going to watch the Superbowl this year?”. A very trivial concern at the time, but a concern none the less. I was unsure if the Irish even watched the Superbowl. Fast forward five months and I am the one planning the Superbowl party. I had a good number of teammates coming over, a paid international stream for the game ready to go, and my roommate Alyssa was even making nachos and buffalo wings for the occasion.
yes she really made those. follow her on Instagram @delishdishesbylyss
Outside of the game lasting until 3 o’clock in the morning, it turned out to be not that different from the Superbowl’s back in the State; there was good food, great friends, and Tom Brady receiving another trophy.
Despite the game being one of the most boring Superbowl’s in recent memory, the night was still a memorable one. For so long I have been living in a new culture, experiencing how life is lived in another country. This night was the first time that I was the expert in what was going on. My teammates looked as lost as I was the first time I watched a hurling match. They spent the game asking questions about the rules, the players, and even why there were so many commercials. At one point I had to stop and point out how nice it is that the roles have finally been reversed, for once I was the one who knew what was going on. The Superbowl served as another example of how blessed I am to be in Waterford. I was once concerned about how I was going to watch the Superbowl, and ended up having one of my most memorable nights in Ireland.
