Childhood Memories of Football Sundays

Sweets ThomasContributor IMarch 19, 2009

While I remember becoming a fan of the pigskin, and I’m not talking about a delicacy called Chicharron, which all people of Mexican or Latino descent all know, I'm talking about the Sunday ritual known as FOOTBALL.

Yes, you know what I’m talking about, the sitting in front of the TV for hours and throwing eye spears at anyone who even attempts a conversation not relative to what’s on TV, and even then it better be to add color and flavor and info to the game and not just the asking of random and often times stupid questions and remarks.

I can clearly remember watching football with my brother-in-law and learning the nuances of the game.

Being in Hawaii at the time, we were pretty much forced to watch the Sunday games at 7:00 AM and even earlier if we wanted to catch all the media frenzy before the game, crawling out of bed because I was the only one who would sit there in the living room with him being totally entertained.

My sister would have to feed us in there on Sundays because he deemed it so, and I loved her breakfasts, so I became a fan. We didn’t have to sit at the dining room table, we got TV trays and everything brought to us because WE WERE WATCHING THE FOOTBALL GAMES, how freaking cool was that?

Now that I’m older and not in Hawaii any longer, I still drag myself out of bed to watch the games, although now I’m the one in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and the TV trays are still used on Sundays, and even if I say so myself, the breakfasts still rock.

I often long for the times with him sitting there and him calling out plays before they were run.

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Of course, these days I have replaced him with another man in my life who is a football fanatic, who now has taken over the calling out of the plays before they happen. He calls the plays the teams should run, the fouls or missing of fouls as they happen, and the things that should have happened if the guys had been on their toes.

It’s fun and strange at the same time how life repeats itself but with different players and how we all surround ourselves with the people that can best give us the greatest entertainment value while in my opinion the best sport is on TV.

Anyone miss the Sunday ritual yet, I can honestly say that two people I know do and are counting on the calendar when the ritual will again begin.

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