I'm a baseball girl. I love the sport. I have been to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. The long season spreads over the summer months and Jack and I take in many games during the season. We attend spring training in Arizona loving the sunshine and the way our boys look so good in fresh, clean uniforms before the tough long season begins. I like to keep the stats during the game. I like the baseball movies, all of them. I like the way I can listen to baseball and do other things like driving, ironing, and gardening. Even though I do not like extra inning games, I like the games on warm summer nights.
I am married to a sports guy. He loves golf, basketball, baseball and both college and professional football. We go to the college football games of our university and have attended the Rose Bowl game they won. We travel to see away games.
I have not always been interested in football. I understand the basics. We attended a preseason game last evening. The announcer reported a two minute warning. What ??????? Really, a two minute warning announcing the end of the half and the end of the game! Wow! What submissive wife wouldn't love a two minute warning before trouble erupted? I would love to have had a two minute warning yesterday. I was telling Jack my better idea and he asked if I was apprenticing to be Hoh. A two minute warning might have saved my backside.
Listening to more announcements made at the game, my mind raced: illegal use of hands. piling on, false start, encroachment, first down, backfield in motion, overtime, offside and the list goes on!
Jack has actually conducted my own private football school as my interest in the game increased. All those Xs and Os and my mind is really catching on. However, I want those two minutes warnings! So I can get my story straight, look Jack in the eye, get ready to meet my fate....... tell him the truth and with any luck, fall right in to his arms.
Can you think of any football analogies comparing ttwd/dd to our beloved football? Tell me, oh please, tell me.