Although the house is now occupied by just the two of us, one would think two televisions would be sufficient. We have four, down from the six we had at the peak of raising our children. When last counted, we had three sons. In doing the math, one would think we should now have three televisions. One is the guest room, one in the living room, another in the family room but the porch now sports one as well! This being the peak of football season, the only one not in use is on the porch. Truth be known, if it were warmer, that too would be on surround sound. Thank you dear Lord for a cold weekend!
As the sun warmed the golf course, the chill of the north breeze waned, allowing a quick nine holes of golf. A full eighteen would of been nice, but FOOTBALL Sunday is upon us. Occasionally, I will watch (sickness, being unable to move, loss of a bet) but, not MY choice of sport!. I say this knowing that in this land of tropical sun, swaying palms, barbecues and all things sports, the possibility of death by stoning could occur, but guys in tight pants trying to break each others' bones, just to prevent scoring, isn't my cup of tea. Then neither is NASCAR or HOCKEY!
As the sun reached its peak of brightness, the blue sky dazzling the senses, the scent of the numerous gardenias in bloom, drifting aloft on the afternoon breeze, the hint of barbecue being fired up, my husband asks,"what time is it, please?" "Mmmm, I don't really know(a white lie), and it's such a beautiful afternoon to be OUTSIDE!" is my quick response, with the emphasis on, OUTSIDE! As if a dejected small child, with the look of that bottom lip quivering, he softly questions, "but Mom, it's FOOTBALL Sunday, my Giants are playing Green Bay, don't you want to watch it with me?" "No, nada, nope, no way, what are you tapped?" I snap. As we returned to the house, the golf clubs, hurriedly stored in the garage, the golf shoes, neatly stashed, a tall glass of ice tea poured, TV remote in hand, the silence is shattered, the decibel level, hurtful, he has made it just in time!
A quick goodbye kiss, I close the door. Breathing in the afternoon warmth, I feel a calmness, With the roar of the opening kick, just a fleeting memory, my stroll through the neighborhood should be a quiet one. Pleasant, calm thoughts are quickly shattered, others are hurrying back from the golf course as well. "What are you doing, walking out here, you should be home watching football, my PACKERS are going to beat up on your GIANTS!" screams my Cheese-Head neighbor from Wisconsin. Sarcasm swells within my thoughts, it is a chore not to open my mouth and let it flow freely.
As I drive away from the neighborhood (fleeing seemed the only reasonable option), I don't think the man I am married to, really understood what I said as I grabbed my sweater, "I am going shopping!" It is times like this I really love FOOTBALL. "I am going to a January sale at the mall, be back in a few," I cheerfully announce. "Tell everyone I said hello," he announces with a quick wave and a smile, his eyes NEVER leaving the TV. THIS was so much easier than I had ever imagined. That wonderful feeling of smugness(is that a word) returns, God, I could learn to love FOOTBALL SUNDAY!
As the sun warmed the golf course, the chill of the north breeze waned, allowing a quick nine holes of golf. A full eighteen would of been nice, but FOOTBALL Sunday is upon us. Occasionally, I will watch (sickness, being unable to move, loss of a bet) but, not MY choice of sport!. I say this knowing that in this land of tropical sun, swaying palms, barbecues and all things sports, the possibility of death by stoning could occur, but guys in tight pants trying to break each others' bones, just to prevent scoring, isn't my cup of tea. Then neither is NASCAR or HOCKEY!
As the sun reached its peak of brightness, the blue sky dazzling the senses, the scent of the numerous gardenias in bloom, drifting aloft on the afternoon breeze, the hint of barbecue being fired up, my husband asks,"what time is it, please?" "Mmmm, I don't really know(a white lie), and it's such a beautiful afternoon to be OUTSIDE!" is my quick response, with the emphasis on, OUTSIDE! As if a dejected small child, with the look of that bottom lip quivering, he softly questions, "but Mom, it's FOOTBALL Sunday, my Giants are playing Green Bay, don't you want to watch it with me?" "No, nada, nope, no way, what are you tapped?" I snap. As we returned to the house, the golf clubs, hurriedly stored in the garage, the golf shoes, neatly stashed, a tall glass of ice tea poured, TV remote in hand, the silence is shattered, the decibel level, hurtful, he has made it just in time!
A quick goodbye kiss, I close the door. Breathing in the afternoon warmth, I feel a calmness, With the roar of the opening kick, just a fleeting memory, my stroll through the neighborhood should be a quiet one. Pleasant, calm thoughts are quickly shattered, others are hurrying back from the golf course as well. "What are you doing, walking out here, you should be home watching football, my PACKERS are going to beat up on your GIANTS!" screams my Cheese-Head neighbor from Wisconsin. Sarcasm swells within my thoughts, it is a chore not to open my mouth and let it flow freely.
As I drive away from the neighborhood (fleeing seemed the only reasonable option), I don't think the man I am married to, really understood what I said as I grabbed my sweater, "I am going shopping!" It is times like this I really love FOOTBALL. "I am going to a January sale at the mall, be back in a few," I cheerfully announce. "Tell everyone I said hello," he announces with a quick wave and a smile, his eyes NEVER leaving the TV. THIS was so much easier than I had ever imagined. That wonderful feeling of smugness(is that a word) returns, God, I could learn to love FOOTBALL SUNDAY!
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