Man, do I feel old
I woke up this morning and felt a little lost. Sunday morning and no football! GAAAA! I knew it was coming. The Super Bowl was last Sunday (go birds!) so logically there are zero games left to play. It happens every year and every year there is that little wrench, the tug at my heart, the what now feeling. In this house on Sundays we watch football. That's pretty much it. We have snacks, lots of snacks. Fritos and bean dip, M&Ms (always plain, never with peanuts), Cokes, pizza, Ruffles and green onion dip. You know, the healthy stuff. Now, (sigh) not a Frito in the house. Unless you count the stale crumbs that are all that remains of last week's bag still in my pantry. I didn't always love pro football. Growing up I watched college ball on Saturdays with my older brother and my dad. Dad wasn't much of an NFL fan, but man, did he love college ball. The Fighting Irish, the Crimson Tide, the Rambling Wreck of Georgia Tech, and of course, the local teams, USC and UCLA....
