I have always been a casual football fan. I watch big games, I enjoy the commercials during the Super Bowl, I love to hear all the guys hooping and hollering at an interception or nasty tackle. But as a rule, I didn’t really watch the game seriously until I got married. This where the hubby has rubbed off on me.
Actually, I don’t have much of a choice. The TV is always on the NFL Network or ESPN 1 or 2. When I wake up, I hear Mike & Mike talking Donovan McNabb. When I cook dinner, I hear the merits or not of Mike Vick or the goods and bads of Tom Brady’s return to the game. I also spend many evenings talking with the hubby about his frustrations that everybody loves to hates the Patriots. It is a frustration of which he is proud. He might be the only Pats fan in this part of town, so we have many lively conversations with strangers when he wears his Boston gear during football season.
Tomorrow I’m to pick a team in the fantasy draft. I’ve selected my favorites and I confess that I don’t have the history or luxury of knowing the intimacies of each player’s lifelong accomplishments. But as I select my QB and RB, I realize that I know a lot more than I thought I did about football. As I read through the Fantasy Football magazine (! who KNEW there were mags dedicated to this stuff!!) I realize that I disagree with some of the recommended tactics of team selection. I mean, why shouldn’t you pick your QB first – especially if you’re like, No. 18 on the draft list?
The hubby is fascinated that I’ve taken this on. “Are you sure you’re gonna do it?” he asks. “Are you positive you will take this seriously?” What he doesn’t know is that I can actually hold my own in a conversation about certain teams, most notably the Pats, of which I’ve been supremely indoctrinated with facts and figures.
This post is both about FF and being a newlywed because it’s also a testament to how the hubby can add variety to the wife’s everyday activities. I’ve already got my things to do, and now I’ve added another. And you know what? I like it. It’s not work. It’s not something that I have to, or get paid to, write about. It’s a conversation starter. It’s a racial leveler. I finally understand why guys sit at the bar and act like best friends while watching a game. It’s also an unexpected, good business decision. Case in point: when I’m at the airport sitting next to someone wearing an Eagles shirt, I can rib them and we can be friends for the whole flight. And only at the end of said flight do I get a business card and realize I’m talking to a bigwig at Patron.
More women (men too) should get into this game. It’s a bit challenging for a newcomer. There’s a lot to learn and there’s a lot to watch. But for me, it’s a gigantic puzzle with 150 potential pieces that must be narrowed down to something more manageable, like a team. It’s also something that much of America participates in, this love of football.
I’ve always been at the sidelines. ANd I’m not yet fan enough to sit in 20 degree weather and watch anyone play. However, with this new FF trial, I supposed I’m on my way to being all in.
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