For the past two years I’ve made the pilgrimage to Sin City for the holiest of thou days for NFL fans, Super Bowl Sunday.
If you can’t make it to the big game, Las Vegas is a great option for Super Bowl weekend. NFL fans and degenerate gamblers flock to the desert for betting, drinking, eating, and partying. The place is alive with excitement and energy. What more could you want?
A few years ago the NFL cracked down on major casinos and hotels for throwing Super Bowl parties. So if you plan on going to Vegas, you have to seek out the “Big Game” party to attend or be faced with fighting the crowds for a seat at the various sports books.
We have attended the Casa Di Amore party for the past two games. This year the Italian restaurant did another awesome job hosting the party. They had party tents set up in a parking lot adjacent to the Hard Rock Casino. There was plenty of screens to watch the game and there was no shortage of food or booze. This year was great because they had several micro-brews on tap. I can’t forget to mention the outstanding service from the staff.
As a Hawks fan, Super Bowl XLVII was more than just a game. It was a matter of good versus evil, darkness versus light, and right against wrong. The new 49er fan base was was in a rabid ferver in their Quest for Six.
The U.S. Marshals had to place the following Niner fan into their Witness Security program due to concerns about his safety due to threats by fans of other NFC West teams.
My enemy’s enemy is my friend.
Needless to say, I was a fan of the Baltimore Ravens that weekend. I wanted the 49ers to lose more than I wanted the Ravens to win. I backed it up with my wallet. I placed fifteen various bets on the game, with the majority of them geared for a 49ers loss.
Riding shotgun with me on this trip was my lifelong friend and fellow die-hard Seahawks fan. This wasn’t our first rodeo together, we attended the “Big Game” party the previous year, not to mention a long history of beer drinking adventures.
The party consisted of a multitude of NFL fans. The usual suspects were present, Pats, Cowboys, Bears, and of course a strong contingent of 49er fans. There was a sprinkling of Ravens fans throughout the party and were hard to find. I was pleased to see a table of Holmgren generation Hawks fans.
I was sick to my stomach. It may have been from all of the alcohol I consumed the night before, or the thought of seeing all of those 49er fans celebrating a Super Bowl win.
My buddy and I sat with a group of Canadians from Vancouver along with a father and son combo from New York that we had met at the previous year’s party. The Canadians had no allegiance to a team and seemed to have limited knowledge about NFL, but certainly knew about hockey and drinking. New Yorkers had a vested interested in the 49ers for monetary reasons.
Well before kickoff, the red and gold contingent started the chant of “Let’s Go Niners” followed by the prerequisite claps. As you’d expect from any blue and green blooded card carrying member of the 12thMan, I had to add to the Niner chant. It went like this:
49ers “Let’s Go Niners”
Me “Fuck Jim Harbaugh”
The Canadians were in awe. I had to explain to them the heated rivalry that was building between the Hawks and 49ers. A extremely large young man with a mohawk hair style was sitting adjacent to me and joined in on the Harbaugh chants. Turned out he was from Oakland and was a Raiders fan. Not to stereotype, but his physical appearance definitely fit the mold of a Raider fan. Once again, my enemy’s enemy is my friend.
The game started out right. The 49ers were getting their asses handed to them. I was making money on my prop bets thank to Ed Reed, Ray Rice, and the lack of carries and yards by Frank Gore. I do have to confess, I picked the over for the number of catches made by Vernon Davis which won me money before half time.
The second half started out great thanks to the “Dragonfly” Jacoby Jones 108 yard kickoff return for a touchdown. I bet the Ravens would score a special teams/defensive touchdown and they would also score the longest scoring touchdown. Nothing like killing two birds with one play.
Then came the power outage. I was fine with it. The Ravens were kicking ass and it just gave me more time to eat and drink. I am sure the Casa Di Amore folks weren’t planning on the stoppage in play, but there was plenty of food and booze to go around. My Canadian friends, whom by now I had converted to rooting against the Niners, repeatedly ordered some type of vodka drink/shots for the table. The good times were flowing.
Then the lights turned on and so did the 49ers
The 49ers mounted their comeback. I will admit it was an impressive comeback and they put themselves in position to win the game. The red and gold fan base was showing some signs of life at the party. The thought of seeing them celebrate this win right before my eyes was unconscionable. Thanks to what I believe was a good “no call” for holding on the final offensive play for the 49ers, my worries were for not. I am not so sure Jim Harbaugh agreed with the “no call”. The Ravens won and the 49ers lost in dramatic fashion.
A jubilant Ravens fan came over and hugged me. I was rooting so hard against the 49ers that game, that this guy mistook me as a Ravens fan. Once again, my enemy’s enemy is my friend.
As we were leaving the party, a guy was selling Super Bowl XLVII t-shirts and hats. I had to buy the 49ers hat. My intention, to burn the hat as their Quest for Six Rings ended in a Ring of Fire.