I don’t plan to discuss politics or religion in this blog. I can’t say the same about our family obsession – sports. I am going to have to address this issue.
We fight for the sport section in the morning. We get three sporting magazines. My kids wear sports shirts for their school pictures! I have a swim cap with a big green G (I want one with a big red W!) I’ve been known to scream and get a bit over zealous (including some choice words – shocking,, I know) when watching a game. Two years ago I watched the Super Bowl with a friend and he commented that if he know about me and football he would have suggested we watch the game in a bar, where it’s loud and no one cares if I scream! Moreover, it doesn’t matter what sport: baseball in the summer, football (one of my sons says that College Game Day is his favorite “show”), college basketball, the Tour … we are obsessed.
I used to be a fan because when the “team” won, my (ex) husband was much happier – as were my kids. Then, when I got divorced, we put in the decree that I would remain a fan of the “team” forever! (believe it?) Somehow it stuck, I got hooked and here I am – a total sports freak.
My kids are usually depressed the next day after one of our teams loses (I am too but let’s not focus on my adult bad behavior). Last night was one of those nights for me. The “officials” stunk. At one point, every drive seemed to have a penalty. When our team lost in the last second to a hail mary we all went bonkers, screaming, a few choice words again (me), and the kids saying, “Really? Really? The league is going to allow those refs to work a game?” In the end, the sane one of the bunch, who was all decked out in green, said (… actually they were all sane last night except for me ….) “Mom, we played terrible the first half. Yea, we should have won but did we deserve to win?”
Wow! She’s way better than me. I’m sticking with my frustration and I’ll try not to complain too much today!
Have a great Tuesday!!!
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