Finally! The football season has begun. I would like to start this week by letting you read a letter I wrote to football today.
Where have you been, my friend? It seems forever since we've gotten drunk together over some barnyard pimp and ribs on the grill! I mean, debating you with my friends just isn't the same when you're away! You've been the glue to bring us together for so many years. I hate it when you take your vacation. Life is so boring without you. All we can do is speculate on who's going to get drafted where, who's going to have a good season, and who's going to go to prison for shooting themselves in the foot--literally.
You, Football, have brought a mother and her sons closer together. You've seen us in stands cheering for you, haven't you? We were in the endzone this weekend, eating dogs and fries, and yelling our lungs out. You reunited us with our tailgating family that we haven't seen since December. You brought back the sights, sounds and smells of our beloved stadium. You brought back the comraderie so dearly missed in our lives for the past six months.
Yes you, Football. My faithful friend. Husbands come and husbands go, but not you Football. You've stuck by me like a military friend in a bar room brawl in Hong Kong. Not that I would know anything about that, mind you....
The only regret I have is that I have to stay up until all hours now, living on the east coast, to watch you on Monday nights. *sigh* But it's definitely worth it. You're worth it. So what if I go to work on Tuesdays looking and smelling like I spent the night out with Keith Richards!! It's worth it. Besides, they know...They look at me with envy and they know.....They know how close you and I are. They know my deep-seeded love of you that nothing can shake. They know we spend countless hours together with me watching your every move....They know I spend every Saturday at the stadium with you. It was an impossible secret to keep.
So here's to you, Football. I'm so glad to have you back in my life.