A/N: Okay, this was supposed to come out on Superbowl Sunday 2010 and now...wow. ;-_- At first, school projects prevented me from being able to write a lot. When all that was done, I was going to write, but OLYMPICS! I had to cheer for Alexandre Bilodeau, okay? THENNNN, I went on a trip to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam to visit family. This story was on my desktop, which was tens of thousands of miles away. By the time I came back, I FORGOT THIS EXISTED. D'oh! I originally planned for this to be an extremely long one-shot, but this was already so late, so why not put this in little chapters? So here you are.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dissidia Final Fantasy, or any Final Fantasy characters. Square Enix does. I also never watched more than 5 minutes of football, let alone every game in the Superbowl, so bear with me. Then again, they could be watching beach volleyball and this story would basically be the same.

Warning: This Superbowl is in the Final Fantasy universe, so, sadly, your favourite receiver isn't going to be in this. Sorry. As well, this story involves foul language.

Please R&R!

"Rosebuuuudddd, can we stop now?" Tidus whined. The quartet had been traversing the Lunar Subterrane for the last few hours. It didn't really bother anyone, but Tidus was, well, Tidus. That speaks for itself.

Cloud cleared his throat, catching the other three's attention. They turned their heads to face him. "Guys, I believe he has a good reason for us to call it a day." Cecil raised an eyebrow (though know one could see his face under his dark armour).

"Pray tell what that reason is, Cloud."

Just as Cloud was going to either grunt in frustration, answer sarcastically sans emotion or complain about something, Firion had gasped. Now everyone turned to him. Cloud and Tidus grinned, Cecil was still clueless. "Guys," Firion begun frantically, "the-" He was cut off by Cecil, who had just realized what had excited everyone. "THE SUPERBOWL!" The quartet hooted and hollered and howled like the guys that they were in anticipation for the football event that was going on as they spoke…or whatever they were doing.

"We gotta find some way to see it!" Tidus declared and he punched the air. "I stand corrected," Cecil whispered to Cloud, "Tidus does care about something other than blitz ball!"

Squall brushed off his shoulder all nonchalant as he made quick work of a lowly Manikin, specifically Transient Lion. Heh, he won in a battle against himself. He leaned against the wall of the Old Chaos Shrine and closed his eyes. The day had been repetitive. Walk, kill something, think of Rinoa, repeat. Goodness gracious, what he would do for a little action.

RRRRING RING!

Squall's eyes opened.

"Hello?" He said in a bored tone into his cell phone.

"Leonhart, what are you doing?" It was Cloud.

"Do you have to ask?"

Cloud grunted. "Whatever. Look, we're taking a break from the crystal search. Now, I'm not one to go and have 'fun', but this is different. So wanna come with us or what?"

Squall blinked. "Come with you guys and what?"

"Think"

"…Oh…that's right, the football game…You're interested in sports?"

"Why wouldn't I? Yelling at the quarterbacks or playing in teams takes my mind off my loneliness and anguish," Cloud replied, obviously mocking how everyone said he was emo, "…but that's unimportant. And this is more than just a football game. It's the Superbowl."

Squall groaned, "I had forgotten…Yeah, I'm coming. Meet you at the Lunar Subterrane. Make sure you guys find some way to see it."

Aaaannnd Squall returns to the monotone of his life while he waits for a water soccer player, a shiny knight, Luke Skywalker's copy and some emo mercenary to find a TV set in the middle of nowhere,

"AW SHIT, HE GOT HIS SHOULDER KNOCKED OUT!"

"CRAP! NOW WE GOT NO GUY TO REPLACE HIM!"

"What about me?"

"YEAH, GO GET 'EM ESPER! WOOF WOOF WOOF!"

"NOW A GIRL IS IN?"

"LIVE WITH IT" *throws water at fellow team mate*

"MAN, WE GONNA LOSE!"

"SHUT UP, SHE MIGHT BE ABLE TO PLAY."

"HUT HUT!"

"RAAAAAAAAWWWWRRR"

"I GOT THE PIGSKIN!"

And Terra ran right into her first major football game.

Cloud put away his phone. Cecil looked to him. "Is Squall coming?" Cecil inquired. The blond soldier nodded. Cecil grinned. "I am sure that we all could use a break, and what better way to relax than watching sports?" Tidus slapped his friend on the back and said, "Cecil, dude…What about playing sports?"

"Wait…guys…?"

"Yes, Cloud?" Firion said.

"I hate to be a party pooper, but we're in the middle of nowhere and…WE DON'T HAVE A *naughty word*-ING T.V!" Cloud was clearly disappointed. Tidus put his hands up in front of him as if trying to tell someone to calm it. Which he was. "Whoa there, Mr. Strife."

"'Cept he's right."

"Oh, hi Squall." Firion greeted.

"YEAH, SEE? SOMEONE HERE HAS A BRAIN!" Cloud was still mad.

"Yes, yes I do," Squall said very Phineas and Ferb-like and nodding his head very cute-like.

Cecil and Firion, the more level-headed men of the group-at the moment-discussed the matters quietly, while everyone else lost their mind.

"He is correct, Firion," Cecil admitted, "and we likely missed much of the games."

"I know," Firion began, "but while we don't have a TV right now, we may be able to find one, you know? You have connections with the warriors of Chaos, right?"

Cecil nodded. "Yes, my own brothers is sided with Chaos. He sometimes tells me of the trouble his side gets in."

"And do you know if they have a-" Firion was abruptly interrupted by Cecil. "Yes! They do!"

"OH YEAHHHHH!" Firion screamed, while doing some sort of victory dance a lot of nudity, laughing and baseball bats. That obviously caught the people's eyes and they very quickly backed away slowly. Don't ask how that works. Cecil joined in on the creepy dance and chanted, "KEFKA'S GOT A TV! KEFKA'S GOT ONE!"