Sunday, January 7, 2007
It must be said: I love football.
Often I feel like the stereo-typical mom. Baking cookies, scrapbooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. My hair looks very 'mom' today. The top tied back, the bottom flipping over my shoulders. I am even wearing cute socks.
But, like most people, I have an alter ago. I have loved football since my mother (a June Cleaver type...cleans the house in a dress) introduced me. And I secretly admire that shock value. This is how most people find out:
Me: So I was watching the Dallas game the other day...
Other: Dave likes football? (This would be shocking it itself. Dave doesn't know a football from a hockey puck.)
Me: No, I like football.
Other: YOU watch football?
Me: Yep. Love it!
Other: How did you get into football?
Me: My family watched it when I was growing up.
Other: So your dad loves football too?
Me: Well, sorta, it's more my mom that is really into it.
Other: YOUR MOM?!?!
I love that.
So here I am cute socks, mom hair, making this scrapbook page about the Halloween parade my son was in (wearing a costume that I made, by the way), and loving that New England just beat the Jets. My sibilngs seemed to have been scarred by our football Sunday tradition and both hate the game. But I somehow avoided the scarring and embraced the game. I think it is smart and interesting and exciting.
But I do add my own mom edge to it.
I root for the team with the cutest quarterback.
Posted by Dave at 4:07 PM