It's official. I have become a.......... football fan. Ssshh!!
I cannot believe at the ripe old age of 43, I have discovered football. And it is all my boys' faults. If they hadn't insisted on playing midget league this year. I could still be sitting here all fat, dumb, and happy.
But NO! They just had to play. Which forced me to try and learn a little bit more about how the game works and what the purpose of all those men in black and white stripes was. Not to mention yardage and downs and all that other brain cell sucking stuff.
Also, I was introduced to high school football in a big way. Here in this little town, Friday Night football is IT!!! In a big way, so I kind of got sucked into the spinning vortex of high school ball as well, especially since we have relatives and good friends playing on the high school teams.
And not only do we get to play midget league on Tuesdays, but Thursdays we have a cousin in JV football, on Fridays we have a cousin and friends in Varsity football. (I have been learning rapidly about why the yellow flags fly and all tha business). I'm a very good student.
I knew that I was in trouble when, Saturday night, during the UF/LSU game I was screaming at my TV. In that moment my eyes were opened and I felt , I don't know, ridiculous. Here I was screaming GO at the top of my lungs at people on a TV set who not only could not hear me, but would not care one way or the other if they could.
I have confessed my failings, please don't hate me because I have come to love F O O T B A L L.
And find it necessary to yell (even when I still don't understand exactly what it is I'm yelling about).
Anyone else out there feeling my addiction?