FOOTBALL

Football

I love football.  My daddy was a high school football coach.  For the most part I’ve been at a high school football game every fall Friday night since before I was born.  I understand football.  Basically the team has four tries to take the ball 10 yards.  I understand football.  I listen, I watch, I even discuss.

HOWEVER

My husband loves football.  I’m not even close to loving football the way my husband does.  My love of football has parameters.  These are my football parameters.  It must be fall or “fall-like” weather.  There must be cheerleaders and dance teams to perform as so the professional dancer in me can critique.  There must be a band to play music to keep my spirits up. 

So it’s January.  I’m SICK of football.  I’m beginning to hate football.  AND THERE ARE THREE WEEKS LEFT IN THIS PRO-SEASON BEFORE THE SUPERBOWL.  Yikes. 

So, the bottom line is this:

Being married has taught me many things (even in the almost six months of blissfully happy marriage). My husband has taught me that I don’t love football.  I only thought I did. 

So, to my husband I must apologize.

I lied.

I don’t love football.

Now that I’ve admitted to that, it is now time to learn how to support my husband’s love of football.  This may be more difficult than being a step-mother. 

I just need to remember I do love this man, even with football 24/7.

Love you baby, I really truly do!

When do the kids come next??

LOL