Super Bowl: The Jimmy Fallon Experience

I live in the Indianapolis suburbs and work downtown Indianapolis. And unless you’ve been living under a rock, you will know that Indianapolis is hosting the Super Bowl on Sunday.

My favorite part of Indianapolis is that it is a city with great things to do, cultural attractions, and a beautiful downtown, but it’s still small and not overly crowded. I’m immensely proud to be from Indiana, and I love our city, but I’ve worried about how Indianapolis would handle the Super Bowl. And that it would mess up my lovely routine with downtown.

It turns out that I didn’t need to worry. We seem to be doing a great job, and the Super Bowl Village is beautiful. We’ve been taking walks down to the village at lunch, and it’s been great to wander around and take in the atmosphere. And absolutely all of my doubts were wiped away when I PASSED JIMMY FALLON WALKING DOWN THE STREET on Tuesday. Turns out, he was on his way to the zip line. Now I have loved that man since I was 14 years old, so this was about the biggest thing to happen to me. We were thisclose, and one of my work colleagues said, “Hey, Jimmy!” and he said, “Hi, guys, how are you doing?” and I worked really hard to stay all normal until we got a block past him and then I started squealing and jumping up and down and looking at everyone going, “We just saw JIMMY FALLON!” every 12 seconds. They all said, yes, they knew, they had been with me, but I just couldn’t stop saying it. It was too amazing. I’m still beside myself every time I think of it.

To understand my love of Jimmy Fallon, you need to go back to when I was in middle school. My friends and I were obsessed with Saturday Night Live. I would watch the episodes live, but also taped them (on VHS!), and watched them over and over until I had memorized the skits. My friend Lara would learn them, too, and by Monday morning, we were able to reenact almost the entire hour and half. And then Jimmy joined the cast soon after we started watching, and we were both in love. That smile, the way he mussed his hair, it was all so adorable. I particularly loved it when he would laugh all the way through a skit. I even bought her a cowbell for her birthday (which I found in an antique store) to commemorate that memorable sketch (which he laughed through).


Lara and I continued on in this way for a few years. We learned Jimmy’s parody songs, and I still accidentally sing his words to some of those songs if I catch one of those songs on the radio.

So all of this is a long way to say that I have been in love with Jimmy Fallon for half of my life in a platonic he-is-on-TV-and-I-am-a-mere-mortal kind of way. And in a we-are-both-married-now kind of way.

Tuesday was perfect – even better than the day I met John Mayer (who I have been following across the world – really – for 10 years). Possibly because I wasn’t expecting to be walking down the street and have someone say to me, “Look – Jimmy Fallon!” and I try to hold it together long enough to drink in the whole moment as he walks past and says hello, and I get no picture or autograph, just the memory.

I also got to see Jimmy (from a far distance) with Mr Snips during his Sunday performance at Butler University (only way to see him since we tried unsuccessfully for tickets to his show tapings). I laughed so hard I cried. I’m still laughing every time I think about his jokes about Grease. And Communications majors.

I wouldn’t have any of that if it wasn’t for the Super Bowl. So thank you Indianapolis and the Super Bowl Committee. I know you’ve worked hard, and you’ve brought Jimmy Fallon to me. I’m forever in your debt.


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