Sunday, February 2, 2014

Football Fan


I am a big football fan. The biggest. Huge, huge football fan.  I don't know the difference between a tight end and a receiver, and I have no idea how many points a field goal is worth. Technically, I've never even sat through an entire game but seriously, there is nothing like football season. 

Some of my favorite memories of my dad and brother are of the two of them glued to an ASU game and cheering so loud the neighbors could hear. Even better are memories of tagging along to Sun Devil Stadium. I was never too interested in what took place on the field, but I loved eating hamburgers at Chuckbox with them before the game, and jumping to my feet and cheering when they did.  

My favorite memories of high school without a doubt revolve around Friday night football. I loved the stadium lights and the crash posters. I loved cheerleading and the marching band and had a crush on the quarterback. I loved hot dogs and the eagle and I love the United States of America and the Bill of Rights but maybe now I'm getting carried away.

In college, Jack and I spent many date nights in blue at LaVell Edwards Stadium. There is nothing like cheering from a student section. After we were married and moved to Santa Barbara, there was no local college team to support, which perhaps had something to do with his foray into fantasy football. For the last ten years, the draft parties, message board banter, and daily strategy discussions with his brother have provided much laughter and entertainment. I get such a kick out of it all in fact, that when I was in labor with Leah I insisted on sending him home from the hospital to draft his team. He didn't win the Super Bowl that year, but he did make it back in plenty time for the birth.

These days, football season means coming home from Church every Sunday and pulling two little Broncos jerseys out of the closet. Jack is a lifelong Denver fan, but the two years they won the Super Bowl ('98 & '99), he was serving his mission and didn't get to watch.  Today, fifteen years - and two new fans - later, he'll finally get his chance.

I'll be cheering too.




6 comments:

Aileen said...

Oh what I wouldn't give to be at the Erb house right now with all the excitement and those (stop my heart) 3 jerseys! At least we have a huge reason here in redlands to really get into this game!

Susan said...

I didn't realize that I was the Bronco's #1 fan until I read this post!!

Anonymous said...

GOOOOOO BRONCOS!!!!!
Uncle Randy - Lifelong Bronco Fan
(And fan of these Bronco Fans)

Steve said...

Tell Jack I feel his pain...at least I'm not alone in my grief right now

Kristin said...

I love that you enjoy it as much as your husband! And those pictures of your boys with Jack are priceless! You guys would fit right in here in AL. Everything revolves around football!! The kids come home from school arguing about which team they are for...and of course there are only two options: Alabama or Auburn. Even the preschool and Primary schools have tallies outside their doors hanging on the walls of how many kids in each class were pulling for which (of the two Alabama) teams. CRAZINESS!! Neal and I are not super into it, although we loved our BYU football games back in the day! It's hard to ignore here...we may have sat down for the tail end of the Alabama/Auburn game, which was historical!!

Lorie said...

He would have loved our ward on Super Bowl Sunday. There is a family of Bronco Fans and they were all in blue and orange at church.

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