I'm a huge football fan. I was raised on it, taught my friends about it, and watched it whenever and wherever possible. This includes all vacations, my first weekend away with hubby (then boyfriend) and our honeymoon in St Thomas. A football game was the first place I met most of my husband's extended family, and it was after a playoff game he told my parents he was going to marry me.
About three years ago my husband's aunt and uncle realized all of us were texting each other during the Raven's games. So why not watch together and save ourselves time and carpal tunnel? Since then we (aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors, siblings, bridge club members) get together for football, catch up and share food whenever the Ravens are playing. (i.e. every Sunday September through December.)
Oddly I've found this difficult for the rest of my social life. Sunday brunch? Sure! At 8am. Cheap pool at Frazier's Sunday evening? I'll rack if you break, in January. People don't seem to take it well when you explain you'd essentially rather watch a sport than spend time with them.
Still, what can I say? I love these times. I love the group cheers and group cussing. I love watching people grow older, marry, add new family to the group. I love the teasing, the arguments about which players are worth the hype. I love watching those dragged along learn to understand the game. I love staying connected to people I care deeply about. Oh yes, I love football.
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