I love Football! Shame on you, you were thinking I was going to confess something dirty. Believe me Fifty Shades of Gray is not my life. But back to football.
I could spend all day Saturday and Sunday watching football. I would love to go to high school football games and watch the young players, the cheerleaders and the drill teams, but I don’t. Most weekends are spent either doing mundane chores around the house or writing. If the Denver Broncos or the Dallas Cowboys are playing I record the games and watch them later when my mind is fried, and I just need to veg.
When we’re in the car, I turn on the radio and listen to the games while we’re driving. Don is never impressed and would much rather listen to music. My husband is not an avid sports fan. He would rather be outside working than sitting in front of a game. If the TV is on he’ll watch football, but he is not the die-hard fan that I am.
Some of my first memories are going to Mertzon, Texas, where my mother grew up and watching the game on Friday night. In a small town, if you can walk you go to the high school game and support the hometown boys. It’s a place to visit with other people, pick up the latest gossip, sit outside and enjoy the fall breeze.
When I grew up, my school didn’t have a baton twirler. In high school, my team was the worst in the city. But one night magic happened. We beat the crosstown rivals, and the bleachers exploded with enthusiasm. I think it was the only game we won that year, but you would have thought we were on our way to the state championship.
I have watched the Dallas Cowboys since I was in junior high. Through the good years, the bad years, the Tom Landry years and now the Jerry Jones years. I remember when Texas Stadium was built and now Jerry’s palace. I even remember Don Meredith being the quarterback.
But it’s not just the Dallas Cowboys I watch. I would watch every game if I had the time. I love the sound of the players when the ball snaps and they grapple trying to get to the ball. I love it when a player catches a great throw and runs up the field for a touchdown by outrunning all the men chasing him. I love it when a good runner sneaks in-between all those hard bodies and makes it up the field. It’s just fun to watch.
It’s the only sport that I honestly follow, and after the Superbowl, I always feel a little depressed when the season is over.
In just a few weeks, the season begins and I can’t wait. So now it’s your time to confess. Is there a sport that you love, and follow?