Any Given Sunday

Football season is over. I'm kind of sad about that. Anyone who knows me is scratching their heads trying to figure out why I'm sad about football being over. I'm the chick who drafts Joey Harrington first every year in Fantasy Football because he's from Oregon and I think he's cute. I also spend more time griping about white football pants (I mean really, seriously? White shiny pants on those gigantic sweaty men? Whose idea was THAT?) then watching the actual game. I'm not so much the football fan.

What I am a fan of, is Sunday nights. Most Sunday nights this season, we ended up at our next door neighbors house for dinner and the Sunday night game. We'd plan on Saturday, what we'd eat and they'd cook some and we'd cook some and then about 5pm we'd all tumble up the hill and into their house. The men would watch the game, the women would pretend to watch the game but really talk and the kids would be in the basement doing Lord only knows what. As long as there wasn't crying, it must be OK. (We call this full contact parenting... NOT!) We'd eat dinner while watching the game and we'd rewind the good stuff, what-his-name mooning the entire nation, and the announcers BAD fashion. And fast forward through the commercials. We discussed important things like if the TV needed a surround sound system and the virtues of ground turkey(there aren't any, it's a poor sub for actual ground beef- don't go there). It was really fun, relaxing, enjoyable. I liked it and liked football, a little.

But, now football is over. And, so are our Sunday nights for now. I like to think that maybe once baseball season starts, we might be able to work something out.