About this time every year something happens in my family. There's an excitement in the air...you can literally feel it. The calendar flips over to show September and I know it is coming.
An exclamation from my loving husband, "Ya know...it almost FOOTBALL time!!" and I always grin.
He loves it and I love him. I know that there are lots of women out there who complain about how much time their man spends watching sports. I just can't bring myself to do it. He enjoys it so much and gets so excited about it, especially when the team in Orange and White takes the field.
He gets so excited and loves it so much. How could I ever complain about his hours and hours of watching it? All kidding aside...I really don't mind. I get lots of joy watching him watch football. I just make sure there are no breakable objects in the room and that he is not sitting under a ceiling fan. It's all fun and games until something gets broken...like fingers in a fan.
