And so it begins…

It’s here! … the much-anticipated off-season. Actually was here about 3 months ago, but I’ve been pretty busy since then. We have since welcomed a beautiful little boy into our family. If I thought Coach was crazy trying to get our daughters interested in football, I had a whole other thing coming when our son was born! Although, Coach has the daughters trained pretty well already; the other day I heard them arguing in their bedroom and the dialogue went something like this:

                L: “Go Broncos!”

                A: “Go Lions!”

                L: “I like the orange Broncos!”

                A: “I’m on dad’s team!”

Although football season has been over for high school for over two months, the same cannot be said for college and pro football… and my husband. To him, football season lasts six months. Half the year! He watches his favorite football teams and follows them closely, living vicariously through the players in his “fantasy leagues” (yes, that is PLURAL) and spending countless hours analyzing which players do what and making trades accordingly. Just when I thought I’d have my husband back… and now that football is (REALLY!) almost over, spring ball starts, along with the pro football draft. And then there’s basketball season, when he’s watching the Lions on one channel, he has another football game on the alternate channel and the UNC Tarheels on standby. So, in other words, it never ends.

Already a UNC Fan!

And if it’s not bad enough with just my husband, my wonderful father comes over, encouraging this disagreeable behavior with a six-pack and a smile. They spend hours on Sundays parked downstairs in front of our big-screen, watching the games. I love that they get to spend that time together and at least my husband folds laundry while they’re watching. I guess I should call myself lucky!

My dad (aka. "Bumpa") egging T on already!

 But here’s the real icing on the cake. A few weeks ago (my newborn son was about three weeks old at the time, and barely able to see 6 inches in front of his face) my husband comes up, grabs the football-fanatic-in-training and says, “We’re going downstairs to watch the game.” It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. “You know he doesn’t even know what’s going on, right?” I said. “He will someday!” was Coach’s response. And so it begins… someday I’m sure that I will be rolling my eyes as my husband, father AND son traipse downstairs to watch one of a million games!

T in the same Assistant Coach t-shirt his sisters owned

I wish that just once, when I turned on the TV or radio, there was NOT a sports program on. I (sadly) have the channel for each sports station memorized. But I guess, in the big scheme of things, I should count myself lucky. My dad gets to enjoy sports with the son he never had, my husband gets to spend quality time with my dad and he is pruning our son to be a sports fanatic, just like him so that someday they can enjoy the games together. I’m excited to see our son grow into sports fan, just like his dad. I have even found myself enjoying the occasional game this season! Just don’t tell my husband. J