I have never been a football fan. If my husband wanted to watch his favorite college team – the Auburn Tigers – then he had to go to his dad’s or a friend’s house. Football was not my cup of tea. Why a bunch of boys wanted to run around a field and hit each other while chasing a pig never made much sense.
Big games were tolerated – the Super Bowl and the Iron Bowl – occasionally. I did manage to even attend a few “Bowl” parties out of moral support for my husband’s obsession. Even with the fanfare surrounding the monumental games, football just didn’t do it for me.
It’s not that I don’t like sports. I love sports. I grew up around brothers, แทงบอลออนไลน์ male cousins, and a whole gaggle of guys in the neighborhood. I ran track, played volleyball, basketball, and baseball. At the University of South Alabama, I became enamored with soccer (yes, the players themselves had much do with that infatuation).
Living in Mobile provided me the unique experience of the Senior Bowl – where all the top college senior football players come together for one last game. I actually attended one of these while at college. Even the “stars” of the sport couldn’t get me excited. Our seats were so far from the action that I found myself bored. (If you ever find yourself bored at a football game, don’t yell out “Homerun” when the team scores. It’s not as funny to everyone else as you will think it is.).
After ten years of a no-football zone, I think my husband resigned himself to being away from the house starting each August. It was this last season that something near miraculous happened to change his fate and my outlook.