Sundays & Football

All my life, I've always loved Sundays. When i was a kid my family used to have a group of friends we got with on Sundays during the fall and football was the game of the day. Maybe because none of the kids were my age to play with, I would actually hang with the parents and friends to watch the game. This was in the day of Steve Barkowski and Billy "Whiteshoes" Johnson. I cheered along with the best of them and yelled along with my dad at William Andrews to "go thunder thighs, go!"

As I grew up I still looked forward to Sunday football. You can read my old journals and always see that I was following the Birds & the Braves. (I'll have to do a spring time blog entry as an ode to Baseball) Even when my family stopped watching,I would follow the progress and watch when I could.

In my first marriage, my husband knew NOTHING about football. Couldn't even tell when the next play was going to be a pass or run based on how the players were lined up. It was frustrating to see my birds finally go to the Super Bowl married to a man who knew nothing about the game.

But in my 2nd chance marriage,I struck paydirt. A man who loves football, who loves the Falcons....who loves to spend his Sundays in front of the tv eating PuPu platters or chicken wings with me. (Although he does prefer Subway to Pupu) Life is good!