Husker Football Anyone?
I'm going to tell you something that will probably change the way you see me henceforth.
Yes, I said henceforth.
You might make an audible gasp.
You might contort your face in horror.
You might divert your eyes when you run into me at Target.
You might form an angry mob and run me out of the state.
Are you ready?
I'm indifferent to Husker football.
There. I've said it. Let's take a moment to let it soak in.
It's not that I wish them ill will or a losing streak or broken legs or faulty mouthpieces, but football has just never been on my radar.
I grew up on a farm here in Nebraska, but my family just wasn't into the game. In my 20's I worked for a magazine which meant we had deadlines. I worked most Saturdays so it kept me out of the football loop. In my first marriage, the family accepted this flaw in my character. Since then, if the game is on at home, I'm only half engaged - usually doing something else like laundry (and....all the socks matched out of the dryer: Laundry Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!).
I've married again, now into a big football family. They are a beautiful, loving, wonderful group, but when they first met me and learned of my indifference to football, concerned glances were exchanged. Perhaps they considered an intervention of some kind. Maybe a psychological exam and a background check.
My fabulous sis-in-law is hosting awesome football parties this season. I brought my indifferent self to the first game party and had a blast. I might get into this!
"My fabulous sis-in-law is hosting awesome football parties this season. I brought my indifferent self to the first game party and had a blast. I might get into this!"
After this first game party, I promptly went out and rounded up some Husker gear: a t-shirt, sweatshirt, hat, and jacket. Yes, I was possibly the only Nebraskan without Husker gear. Even newborn Nebraska babies, mere hours old, have Husker gear. I should create a business Photoshopping the Husker logo onto ultrasounds of fetuses.
FYI: I got all my Husker wardrobe at thrift stores. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. Perhaps frustrated fans donated them. Or had wayyyy toooo many in their closets. Either way, they are like new and fit my budget perfectly.
My sis-in-law even gave me a funky, big, silly football ring.
And holy cow! Stop the overtime clock! Check out this cool Husker purse you can buy at Amazon.com
I love the great bonding time with family: laughing and cheering and booing and colorful referee insults. All this AND Sloppy Joe's.
Until next time, Husker Football Anyone? Go Huskers!