August 31, 2003
Are you ready for some Football??????
So this morning I woke up to find T not lying beside me. I assumed he was in the bathroom. After 20 minutes, I got up, let the dogs out and then walked into the living room. There he was, laying on the couch, remote in hand, watching ESPN. He smiled up at me, “Hi, sorry – Sunday morning - I needed my football fix.”
It’s impossible to believe that a year has passed since we started dating. It’s even more impossible for me not to believe that I’d almost forgotten his passion for the sport.
The first 5 months of our relationship were spent watching football. From September until the end of January, every single Saturday day consisted of his watching College football and Sunday’s were spent together at various pubs watching at the noon kickoff, the 3 p.m. game and sometimes the evening game.
I learned that the only way that I was going to be able to spend time with him on the weekend would be to adapt to his love of the game. Well I am proud to say that I adapted well and had many good times. Our first weekend together was spent at an Iowa game and I knew the course we’d be taking then.
His enthusiasm for the sport is amazing. His devotion and ability to watch as many games as possible at one time is awe-inspiring. He makes my obsession with Sunday Night HBO look pathetic.
But how quickly we forget. I forgot the long days. I forgot the blank stares I’d get when I tried to speak to him during a game and the “huh’s”, I’d get when he hadn’t heard I word I said.
So here we are – one year later and it’s started. Yesterday, we watched the Iowa game and today was more college games and some pre-season NFL games. The regular season starts next week and for the next 17 weeks, he belongs to football.
It’ll take me a few games until I get back into the sync of where I need to be and how I need to settle in. However, this year I’m even joining in a bit…I’ve been invited to participate in a confidence football pool with him – as <gulp> his partner.
But it’s all good. I’m cool with the whole thing. I’m comfortable not speaking to him during plays. I’m comfortable knowing there won’t be any long lay-in’s on Saturday or Sunday. I’m suppose I’m even comfortable with him being able to love football more than he loves me.
Besides, he knows that when March rolls around Tony Soprano takes over. Now there’s something to obsess about.
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