Football, Family, And the Smell of Fall (But Mostly Football)Cody
I don’t know if I could ever find the words to describe just how right my world feels when I’m sitting back against the couch with an ice cold Mexican Coca-Cola, watching my favorite NFL or college football teams playing football.
I could have easily ended up divorced after my first 2 or 3 years of marriage if it had not been for such an understanding wife. My Saturdays for those first few years began bright and early at 9 a.m. sitting in front of the TV watching ESPN’s College Gameday. Once College Gameday was over, I would switch between any one of five or six college football games. I’d take a break to have some dinner with my wife somewhere and then I’d head back home to finish out the night in front of the TV, often watching the late games well into the early hours of the next morning.
My Sundays included church followed by 3 consecutive NFL football games; at least 1 of which was almost always my beloved Denver Broncos.
The amount of football I consume has diminished thanks to a greater awareness of how to be happily married and the birth of my two daughters, but I will still watch quite a bit of football. For the first time, I have the NFL Sunday Ticket on DirecTV so I can watch my Denver Broncos and ANY OTHER GAME I WANT. This means that all will be right in my world this fall.
There is just something about the sound of football that makes me feel like everything is okay. I don’t even need to be all that interested in the game either. It’s just, well. It’s right! The trees outside begin their transition into more colorful phases while crunchy leaves are lying on the ground just waiting to be walked on. The weather drops to a temperature where opening the window at nights leaves a briskness in the air and makes sleeping almost more comfortable than you can imagine.
Football season also cues the beginning of the year’s best holiday seasons. Halloween is easily my third favorite holiday. It is surpassed only by Thanksgiving and Christmas, and oh boy do I love the entire month of December.
The only complaint I have about football is that it only lasts a short 6 months, but I’ll take what I can get.
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