Yes, it is football season. That glorious time where teams pit friend against friend. Where schedules conflict because the game is on. Where curse words are hurtled at the TV…
Many lament that once football season starts, they lose their spouse to the NFL and Sundays are no longer “family days”. Those of us with football in our blood, have no problem parking on the couch and yelling things like, “That’s not a penalty! Are you serious?” and “Yes! Yes! He fumbled!!” And of course my favorite: “Tackle him!! TACKLE HIM!!!!”
Yes, I am the football fanatic in my house. I love football. Always have. And when the wonderful month of September arrives, in all of its magnificent glory, you know where to find me…
On the couch.
Some sort of drink.
Screaming at the television.