Tonight's the big game. Bobby's nephew is a fan of Notre Dame and he will be pulling for the Fighting Irish. I challenged him to join me at his Dad's house to watch the game, but he hasn't taken me up on the offer. Nevertheless, my brother-in-law has graciously agreed to let us invade his house for the evening to watch the game. Granted, the game starts late, we're not late night people, and both he and Bobby have to be up early in the morning, but I'm a little excited about getting to watch the game AND getting to watch it on a large screen. :) Time will tell how much of it we actually stay to watch.
Bobby likes to laugh that I'm not a true Alabama fan. The reality is, I'm not a big sports fan period. But when you hear people talk about football 90% of the time, it does become a way of life. Growing up, I always knew the names of most of the players, not because I watched the games, but from listening to the gazillion conversations around me. Pre-church conversation? Football. After-church conversation? Football. Radio small-talk and jokes? Football. Grocery store conversations? Football. News announcements? Football. Majority of the sports page in the newspaper? Football. Wal-mart displays? Football. So it wasn't hard at all to absorb football growing up.
And now? I watch one - three games a season, and I might learn the names of one or two players. Since people here don't eat, breathe, and sleep football, I don't hear the constant barrage of it. And truthfully, I don't miss that. It's nice hearing about world events or news items that don't pertain to pigskin, sweat, coaching and scandal. I can discuss books or quilting or fishing or non-critical health stuff during football season and not appear as if I have two heads. And then, when it matters, I can watch the game. And tomorrow, when it's all over, everyone here will resume their lives as if nothing happened at all. No wringing of hands or gnashing of teeth, no loud posturing or reliving of EVERY.SINGLE.CALL. It will be a small blip on the news radar, and nothing more. And in my heretical frame of mind, that is as it should be.
So while everyone else is going about their normal life tonight, I'll be eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking Dr. Pepper and screaming "What are you doing?" at the television.
You can take the girl out of Alabama, but you can't take the Bama out of the girl. :)
Roll Tide.
Bobby likes to laugh that I'm not a true Alabama fan. The reality is, I'm not a big sports fan period. But when you hear people talk about football 90% of the time, it does become a way of life. Growing up, I always knew the names of most of the players, not because I watched the games, but from listening to the gazillion conversations around me. Pre-church conversation? Football. After-church conversation? Football. Radio small-talk and jokes? Football. Grocery store conversations? Football. News announcements? Football. Majority of the sports page in the newspaper? Football. Wal-mart displays? Football. So it wasn't hard at all to absorb football growing up.
And now? I watch one - three games a season, and I might learn the names of one or two players. Since people here don't eat, breathe, and sleep football, I don't hear the constant barrage of it. And truthfully, I don't miss that. It's nice hearing about world events or news items that don't pertain to pigskin, sweat, coaching and scandal. I can discuss books or quilting or fishing or non-critical health stuff during football season and not appear as if I have two heads. And then, when it matters, I can watch the game. And tomorrow, when it's all over, everyone here will resume their lives as if nothing happened at all. No wringing of hands or gnashing of teeth, no loud posturing or reliving of EVERY.SINGLE.CALL. It will be a small blip on the news radar, and nothing more. And in my heretical frame of mind, that is as it should be.
So while everyone else is going about their normal life tonight, I'll be eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking Dr. Pepper and screaming "What are you doing?" at the television.
You can take the girl out of Alabama, but you can't take the Bama out of the girl. :)
Roll Tide.
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