No Football Makes Me Love Football

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No Football Makes Me Love Football

It has been 3 weeks since the Los Angeles Lakers won the Championship. It has been 3 weeks since baseball ruled the world. It has been 3 weeks since there has been relevant sports news besides Brett Favre.

We are stuck in the middle of the black six weeks of sports. This is the time of year where there is nothing on but baseball. This is the time where I go to www.espn.com and all of the headlines read something like "Phillies beat Cubs". This is the time that I truly am obsessed with football.

Last night, I went to Fridays to go drinkin with some friends. We all laughed and talked for awhile until I noticed that one of the TVs had the NFL channel on. They were replaying the 2002 Superbowl between the St. Louis "Greatest Show on Turf" Rams against the New England "who?" Patriots.

I immediately made my way over to the TV and sat down watching this game played over 7 years ago. I knew who won. I knew how. I knew the players who made the big plays. At this point, I did not care.

Sitting all alone at an empty table, I ordered myself a beer and starting watching this game. I watched the fumble recovery by the Rams, the 14-0 scoring run in the 4th quarter, the drive to begin creating Tom Brady's legacy. I watched it like I was watching my baby being born.

My eyes were all teary as I clearly missed football. I imagined McNabb throwing to Westbrook on a screen play for 8 yards. I imagined a bomb to DeSean Jackson. I imagined Asante Samuel taking one back for a TD.

Images, memories, hopes, and dreams all flew into my mind reminding me of how close I am to football and how fun it is to watch the competition, rivalries, and hunger for that Vince Lombardi Trophy.

Training Camp begins in 1 month. Two weeks from there, preseason games begin. One month from there...well, you know.

I have begun my cheat sheet for fantasy football. I have sleepers, busts, and the elite talents all in my head even before training camp begins and I cannot wait. Chris Berman yelling "WOOP!" and "FUMBLE!" while highlighting a game gives me goosebumps at this point.

Soon Sundays will be filled with yelling and beer. Friends will watch and trash talk. Family will come together and listen. This is what Football means to me and after all of this time away from it, I finally realize how much it means to me.

 

 

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