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Yeah! I love this time of year. Not only because of football but, because the presence of football always seemed, to me, to bring in fall weather, my favorite time of the year.
Over the weekend there was a falcon hunting in the area, another fall event for this part of the country. He or she kept keening overhead, which freaked my cats out, and stayed in the trees in our backyard. I haven't heard it today, yet, but the weather seems to be changing as theres not as much humidity in the air anymore, and the sunlight filtering through the trees is looking more fall like in that it's coming from a different angle now and casting darker shadows.
Anywho, football always seemed to coincide with fall and now as an adult, it still does, but, theres something more.
As a child I would sit and listen to my father as he watched a game, fussing at his favorite team or cheering them on. I would tolerate the games as long as I could. As a child and young teen football was not my thing. I was more interested in my toys or playing cowboys, superheroes or detective with my brother. I hung out with my friends as a young teen.
But around fifteen I started realizing the there was a family time that seemed to center around football and I started wanting to be a part of it if no one else in the house did.
My mother hated football and was a true football widow as the term goes. She called, for some strange reason only my mother could figure out, the referee's moondancers. ninja When questioned about her term she said they looked like they were giving signs (well, they were) on the moon. It was the era of the lunar landing. Guess that had an effect on her. But, my mother would call up the other female family members and they'd all go shopping. Even if it was window shopping it was better than football in her mind and theirs.
As a child during her football shopping I was left to sit and watch the game with my father, which usually meant play outside with my brother, or I was taken along with the women, which if you knew me window shopping is the last thing I like to do. I may be female but shopping to this day is akin to asking me if I want my teeth pulled wihtout the use of novacaine. I don't like to shop.
After I turned fifteen I started protesting these shopping excersions of my mothers and asking to be left behind. I spent alot of time with my mother. I did not get to spend it with my father. Back then girls stayed with their mothers and boys stayed with their fathers. My brother was more interested in his friends most times than in sitting with dad watching a game at that time. I wanted to stay and watch a game I didn't understand half the time all because it was what my dad did. I to this day don't know if it was the game that entertained me more or watching my father trying to not cuss around his young daughter when he got angry at a bad call, fumbled football or interception.
Much later in my life these times became far more enjoyable and believe it or not my mother sat in on a game or two once in a while.
These days when the first football sings through the air on my tv screen, metally and physically I automatically relax. It's time to start planning some game time treats to munch on. My kids and husband often giving me ideas of what they want to snack on a couple of days before the game starts so I have plenty of time to prepare.
Do my kids like football? Not as much as my husband and myself do but, for the family time it offers, they stick around.
So football season heralds in cooler and much more beautiful weather, family times to enjoy and remember, and of course, FOOTBALL!
By the way, does anyone know why Farve's wearing a Jets jersey? wink
 Irahatam · Mon Aug 11, 2008 @ 02:08pm · 0 Comments |
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