There was a time when I was growing up that I was highly annoyed with football. At our house during football season a couple of our 5 channels (8,10,13,21,31) were overrun by football games. There was the pregame, the game, the post-game talks. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. All day Sunday, and then Monday Nights too. What was a 10yo girl to do?
Then I got married to a Redskins fan. I often tell people I am a Redskins fan by marriage. It beats my history of a Buffalo Bills fan in the 80's, but it is not always an easy row to hoe.
So I learned to love football because, well, my husband loves football. And love it now I do. So much so that the last few years I have even participated in a Fantasy Football League . . .one of the harmless ones at nfl.com. (My precious sewing time this evening was even interrupted by a very fascinating end to the first Monday night football game. I had the pleasure of "watching it" with my husband since we were talking on the phone and watching the end together)((yes, my husband was out of town and I still chose to watch the game)) (((even though I have an unviewed Dr. Phil on my TIVO)))
And this week, (yes, I am about to brag) I had the fortunate selections of Tom Brady and the Eagles Defensive team on my roster. Cha Ching. So I . . .that 10 yo girl who dreaded football, married a football fan, and toight became the high scorer in her league.
*takes bow* *soaks in applause and admiration*
It's okay if you aren't really applauding, I can still hear it happening in my head.