As the Frank and Nancy Sinatra classic goes, they’re all “Feelin’ kinda Sundayyyyy.” Huh?
The Season that every red-blooded American male sports fan has been chomping at the bit for all year is finally upon us. I’ll give you a hint, it starts with an F.
No not Fall……FOOTBALL!!
ESPN reports can be heard blaring from most television sets throughout my office building and the Keeper can be found hiding in the guest room conducting mock Fantasy Football Drafts daily.
While perusing the net for some inspiration I found myself scanning the pages of Dictionary.com and happened upon the below:
Keeper – a play in which the quarterback retains the ball and runs with it, usually after faking a hand-off or pass.
As a novice Football fan, I don’t claim to know what this means. However, according to my football drooling cronies this play is more commonly known as the Quarterback Keeper, a play used by QB’s that are “runners”. Something “that the infamous Michael Vick often pulled.” – Hmmmm, Michael Vick. I don’t quite know how I feel about him, but I digress.
Until recently, other than attending a Super Bowl Party or two, football was pretty foreign to me. I grew up in family of four with one Sister 5 years my senior. Residing in a house with 3 women, it’s easy to empathize with my Dad! Come Sunday, rather than taking in a football game, my Father could be found watching a chick flick at the movies, or even worse in the Keepers eyes, partaking in a dreaded shopping excursion. Poor Poppi!
Upon meeting the Keeper it became clear to me that this was not how my married life would go down! Oh no, from September- February there would be no pleasure filled trips to the mall. At least not on Sunday’s! (To be fair, I was warned of this stipulation before I “said yes” when he proposed.)
The Keeper, on the other hand, comes from a family of Football loving FANATICS, -serious fans that consider the colors of Orange and Black to be sacred on Sundays (and pretty much any other day of the week!) A clan that worships the game considering it a time honored tradition. Think I’m embellishing?
I was formally welcomed into the fam on our Wedding Day when the Best Man (the Keepers Uncle and BFF) ended his heartfelt toast by presenting me with my first Football Jersey, publicly making it official.
I was now a Bengal Fan.
Come game day it’s quite reasonable to say that chores and daily responsibilities pretty much go out the window at our home. The Keeper can be found getting comfy on the couch with a frosty beverage in his right hand, and some sort of fried goodness in his left.
Thanks to modern technology and the Keepers trusty “Incredible” smart phone, he is hooked into the pulse of any and all NFL happenings 24/7. He can recite injury reports verbatim mere moments after said disasters occur - he is a near expert when it comes to FB stats.
Both the Keeper and his Uncle consider themselves to be excellent strategists and thoroughly enjoy discussing why a team should have won a game on any given Sunday. (As a Bengal Fans this happens more often than they'd like to admit.) According to the hubs, (and most of the men that I’m surrounded by) Football is a way of life that frankly should be considered a Religion.
To some, this may sound overwhelming and maybe even just plain silly. Many wives fight the idea of surrendering their Sundays. I have chosen to embrace it. When you think about it, how bad is it really?
Anything that combines, family, food, friends and a socially acceptable reason to have a cocktail mid afternoon is alright with me!!
With that said, the countdown to September 12th is on! -Go Bengals!
~The Keeper's Wife
Like Stew telling me that the Superbowl is a holiday. He also said the same thing about Beerfest; however, he put the Superbowl right up there with Christmas.
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