Why am I getting excited about the impending football season? That’s not a rhetorical question. I’m excited because there are games to watch and money to be won. College football, Steelers, fantasy football. I am JACKED UP AND RARIN’ TO GO! I’m normally in 2 fantasy football leagues, although this year one of the leagues fell apart and it looks like I’ll only be in one. BUT, I’m in a 4-3-2-1 league, where you pick 4 games each week (college and pro with the lines, and/or the over/under on the pro games). My grandmother always told me that I’d be a “golf widow”–left home alone while my husband was out golfing. Instead, my fear was becoming a football widow. I didn’t grow up with football. My Dad still doesn’t know the difference between a wide receiver and a running back. My husband is in 4 fantasy football leagues and the 4-3-2-1. From the time we were dating, football ruled our lives. When we met with our priest for our marriage classes before we got married, Mike rushed through the sessions so that he could go to the Pitt football game immediately afterwards. By mistake, we got married on the day of the last football game in Pitt Stadium before it got torn down (although that’s a story for another post. The mistake was the TIMING of the marriage, not the marriage itself, BTW. Don’t get the wrong idea. It all worked out. No regrets on either of our parts.) Football keeps me interested from September through January. If I miss a game, I don’t get upset and it’s not the end of the world, but if we don’t have anything going on, at least Mike and I are TOGETHER. There are weekends during the fall and winter that we barely move off of the couch. Lights are dim except for the TV and the laptop stays on all the time. Some of those weekends have been my favorite weekends that we’ve spent together. Better than a romantic weekend at a bed & breakfast that I know he wouldn’t enjoy. We don’t need candles, we don’t need soft music. We just need each other. And a Steeler game. And it’s all good.
Airing Dirty Laundry secret of the week: I LOVE Navy football. Dimlemma: Pitt plays Navy at home this year. Pitt is going to suck ass this year. Not that I’m not optimistic where Pitt is concerned–I just think that the team is too young, too inexperienced, too limited, and just not a TEAM in the true sense of the word. Am I a traitor to root for Navy? We probably won’t go to the game, it’s on a Wednesday night–WTF? I already warned Mike that if Pitt is getting blown out, I’m showing my Navy pride and rooting against my alma mater. The guilt. It’s already eating away at me.