Truce

I am a reformed football hater, it's true.

I used to be one of *those* women who moaned and groaned through every football game, football discussion, and pretty much every football season.

I would consider myself a fun wife. I have cheerfully attended auto shows, walked around Lowe's for (what seemed like) hours while my husband researched various projects, and have even gone to a couple pro sports events. This is all I can come up with off the top of my head, but I assure you, I am fun. Just ask Brett. ;)

However.

I.just.don't.get.football.

One time on a three hour drive from Seattle, I let Brett explain to me in gritty detail the logistics of football. It was my idea. Perhaps if I could just understand it then I could learn to embrace it. I wasn't born to be a hater. Brett explained and I listened. I began to understand off sides, the different fouls, etc. I got excited for the next time I could watch a game and apply my new found knowledge. But alas, as I exited the car after our drive, so did every word that Brett had just spoken into my head. It was just gone. I attempted to watch a football game shortly after that conversation in hopes that some of it might return but it just didn't.

Instead, I saw what I always see when I watch a football game.

A bunch of men in uniforms that attack each other while trying to get a ball from one end of the field and amidst all their wrestling there is a strategy. Certain plays are better then others apparently, though I can't tell you what any of those are. And in between all the falling down, there are like 5 minute delays where they do replays and the commentators just go on and on and on. A 15 minute quarter somehow turns into an hour. I used to fall for the whole "don't worry babe, the game is only on for another 5 minutes". Now I know that 5 minutes = 50.

However.

This year I am officially calling a truce with my hatred towards football. Yes, it was SUPER rude of the NFL to schedule the Superbowl on MY birthday a couple years ago and I am not still fully over that incident but I am willing to move forward.

See, I realized that football isn't all that bad. Yes it takes up hours of my husbands time. But guess what? That's okay......I have learned to pick my battles in marriage and as a result, I find there are less battles overall! (That's a whole other post in the making). I look at my sweet husband with his glazed over eyeballs as he watched a game and am thankful that he is home with me, rather then out doing something else. Football can be a family sport. Emersyn loves to sit with Daddy and yell, "go ball, go ball!!". Football means that I get to sit and read a magazine and not feel guilty about ignoring my husband. Football means that I can clean and do laundry and not feel like I am ditching Brett. Football means that I can be on the laptop, and not worry about *wasting* time. It can be a win win experience. Plus, I like getting together with friends to watch games; it gives the guys something to do and let's the girls chat and enjoy hanging out.

There are far worse things in life for a husband to love then football. I have decided to be okay with that finally this year. I will smile and nod my head enthusiastically when my husband recites meaningless football statistics to me. I will pretend to be interested when he makes me watch replays of things I just don't understand. No more nagging. No more pouting. No more moaning and groaning. And because of it, our home is sure to be a happy one this fall. :)

Go Broncos! (They are my dad's favorite team so I root for them too.)