Skip to main content

game night

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.



Comments

Jennifer said…
RTR!! I'll be watching Biggest Loser and watching ESPN on the computer. I laughed at this post. I bet Joshua could name the players, or at least some of them. I'll be thinking about you tonight!!

Popular posts from this blog

get your house in order

My grandmothers were very clean people. My mother thoroughly enjoys cleaning, though she doesn't quite hit the same level my grandmothers were on. I don't enjoy cleaning, but I do like things to be clean. I've almost given up on neatness. One thing that they all instilled in me is the crazy concept that your house must be in order before you go somewhere big - like a vacation or something. After all, you could die in a car crash or have to go to the hospital, and then people would go into your house and find it in a terrible mess. Who wants to be remembered by that? So up until this past year, I would sometimes be up almost all night not only trying to get things packed up, but also trying to totally clean house as well. Or should I say, make the house presentable? The Chinese had a horrible superstition that my mother and grandparents would have enjoyed. Spring Festival (the Chinese New Year based on the lunar calendar) required EVERYTHING to be cleaned top to

things we do for love

Saturday we had a baby shower for Bobby's niece. As I was making the mints, Bobby asked what else was on the menu. After I recited off the litany of items, he responded with "No peanut butter?! This shower is for Hannah! What's she going to eat?" (Hannah has had stomach problems over the years and has been unable to tolerate many foods, but peanut butter has been her staple.) Despite my assurances that she would enjoy the foods we were having, he was adamant that I needed to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for the shower. Even though I protested that NOBODY took that to a shower, he persisted, and informed me I could make them dainty with my little cutter. And so I did. To my surprise all but 3 were eaten. Who'd a thunk it?

Wait...it's almost March?!?

 10 more months 'til Christmas. This last month has been an absolute blur. Cleaning at Mrs. Bryan's house, cleaning at our house, lots of thinking and brainstorming and rearranging, appointments upon appointments, sinus infection/allergies, Bobby's surgery, meeting with surgeon and finally agreeing to future outpatient surgery for me, ongoing updates from my parents, garden tilled and snow peas, potatoes and beets planted (and yes I left several rows empty between the potatoes and beets for something else to go later as a buffer), chickens are laying, we may have a broody hen..in FEBRUARY!!!, we have two roosters that need to disappear, lots of family have been in from out of town to assist with the sorting and cleaning at Mrs. Bryan's house, and somewhere in the midst of it all I've found time to pay bills and catch up on a few emails. While I no longer feel like our house is a disaster zone, it is still overwhelming. Years ago a friend posted a quote by Martin Lut