There just isn’t a way around it any more. We need another TV in this household. The Hubby needs the big one in the living room to play his games and I need a nice, smaller one in the office or in the bedroom where I can watch my football games because I am currently missing a really fantastic one.
It is odd how things are sort of reversed in this family. My husband doesn’t like to watch sports. I love football. No, I love the Greenbay Packers. I pull for them win or lose. I cheer for them in good seasons and bad. I follow their trades and worry of their injuries because they are just men after all and those injuries hurt, which is something a lot of people seem to forget these days. So far this season I haven’t really missed watching one single game that was broadcast except for today, and it is really causing me some angst! I mean, the score is a really good one and I want to be there, sort of, cheering them on and encouraging them from afar, even though not one single player would know me from Eve if they met me. As far as they would be concerned, I’m just this little ol’ woman in a wheelchair, but every single time they take to the field, I go with them with all my heart.
Everyone asks why Greenbay. Why them? They sort of look down on Greenbay, like they aren’t good enough to play against the likes of Dallas or the Steelers. Part of the reason I love them so is because of the attitude everyone else throws at them. It is the same attitude everyone throws at people from the mountains when they find out you are from the Appalachians. What good can come from there? They never actually say it (usually), but you can’t help but see it in their eyes or in some of the supposed “good-natured ribbing” that gets tossed at you. Greenbay gets it because of their weather and being asked what else comes out of Wisconsin other than cheese; plus their fans are called “cheese heads” to boot. Greenbay feels like that common man’s team that anyone can back and you can be proud to call your team regardless of a good season or a bad one. Just as in real life, some seasons/days/weeks/months/years suck, but you can hope for a better one to come around.
Plus, I can remember watching the Packers with my Dad back in the 70’s and they were the biggest team I think I ever saw! They were the team, along with the Steelers that would simply eat any line out there, defensive or offensive! They ran over, ran through, chewed up and spit out those puny weaklings who dared to step on their turf. They were working men and their jobs just happened to be playing football. They had a joy in their job, and I believe most football players today still have that joy.
The one thing that does need to change is the end zone celebration. Now that needs to come back. A touchdown SHOULD be celebrated!
And another TV should be in this house for football season (and Kentucky Wildcat basketball).