I LOVE FOOTBALL!!!
Sorry, didn’t mean to shout, but I really love Football. I love High School football. I love College football. I love Professional football. This time of year, I am one happy, happy woman because there’s not only baseball, but football too. Today is college football day. I’ve been doing chores and work all through the day today whilst watching college football. I’m also really excited about tomorrow’s Panthers vs. Cowboys game. GO PANTHERS!!!
There’s a problem with this, however.
As many of you may remember, we adopted two fabulous Labrador retrievers in February of this year. This was our second bonded pair (they have to be adopted together) from our fav rescue organization, Lab Rescue (part of the Labrador Retriever Club of the Potomac).
Our young Irish Water Spaniel, Tucker, whom we got as a puppy, is used to my reaction to football. He grew up with it, and when I start hollering at the refs, the players or the drive, he just shrugs and keeps chewing on his bone.
Daisy and Dakota, however, are not used to this. It was post-season when they come to live with us. They have NO experience with me being the whoop-and-holler fan.
After a few moments of startlement in pre-season, Daisy, like Tucker, decided to ignore it. She’s an athlete in her own right – she reminds me of a trim tennis player, active and fit. She remains unphased no matter what down it is, or how bad the sack on my quarterback.
Dakota, on the other hand just does NOT know what to make of my football-induced hollering.
You have to understand that, on non-football days, I’m pretty quiet. We start the day with a walk, and say hello to the neighbors if they’re out. After that, we settle in with coffee to work for a few hours, do some social media, and generally get the day done. There may be some singing – I’m not totally silent! – but there isn’t random shouting, hollering, and complaining. There is often tennis-ball-throwage in amongst the writing.
On football days? Oh, my Lord, is there hollering.
See, like I said, I love football. I’m passionate about it. My guys got me a really nice TV in the kitchen so I could watch football while I cook dinner. I use it often. You’ll see that despite the fact that I didn’t go to Nebraska, I was watching this game. Why? Because it was on and it was good. Grins.
BTW, I was also watching a game on my computer – the high school from which my Eldest just graduated is ranked #4 in the nation in some polls and was playing a great team…St Johns won 37-34…but it took them into the freakin’ FIFTH – yes you read that right FIFTH! – overtime to do it! Yikes!!
So amidst the whooping at St John’s Cadet’s win, checking to see if the rain delay on the Cubs vs. Nationals game had lifted, and the Nebraska game, I was fully immersed in sports. Love me some sports.
My husband thinks it’s hysterical that I love football even more than he does. However, Dakota, our big, black rescue Lab (part Great Dane, we think) is NOT amused about this sport thing.
He fled the kitchen for the safety of the family room. He refused to come into the kitchen while football was on. The only thing he came in for was to eat. Otherwise, he avoided me and my football like the plague – or like I was holding the nail clippers.
Tucker joined him for part of this day-long sulk, but then Dakota decided to go hang out upstairs with my Youngest, who’s just as anti-(team)-sports as he is. Dakota and the Youngest Son think I’m nuts. Ha!
What about you? Are you a sports fan?
Or are you a sports widow/widower?
What’s your sport?
What’s your team?
Do you have team gear? (Love my team gear!)
Did I mention….GO PANTHERS!!!?