I have been looking forward to today all week long (maybe my life is just a squosh pathetic). I love Sundays during Football season. I start my Sunday ritual with drinking my morning coffee out of my favorite Chicago Bears coffee mug (and I only use this mug on Sundays during Football Season).
CT is not a big fan of this day, because he knows that come 11 a.m (Central Time), I will be in front of the TV watching the pre-game shows, followed by the 12 Noon games (Bears play the Lions at 12 Noon today), and that means I'll be running around like crazy trying to get chores done, etc., before 11 a.m. And while CT is not the biggest football fan around, he will watch the games with me. Still, I can't help but wonder: if he had a better offer to do something else on a Sunday afternoon, would he take that offer in a New York second? I'm not even going to ask him, because I don't want to hear the answer!
I got my love of sports from my dad. And since we live in the Chicago area, we follow Chicago sports teams. My dad was a big sports fan, and here's how he watched his various games: he would sit in his recliner, with his small transistor radio balanced on one SHOULDER, and he would have the game playing on the radio, but then he would also have the TV on, and he would listen to both broadcasts at once -- the radio in one ear and the other ear tuned to the TV. (Side comment: do they even make transistor radios any more today? You know, the small kind that take 9-volt transistor batteries?) Many-a-time you could hear my dad yelling at the TV when you were outside. One time, a neighbor ran over and asked, "Is everything all right?" And we replied, "Oh, everything is fine. Dad is just watching his game."
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So, yes, I am a Die-Hard Cubbies fan, I followed the Bulls through the Michael Jordan era (not as much today, but I'll keep up on their season with sports reports), and I even became a big Blackhawks fan this year which ended with the win of the Stanley Cup. In addition to inheriting this love of sports from my dad, I also got my potty mouth from my dad. WHY IS IT that I insist on yelling back at the TV using all kinds of not-so-pretty and not-so-lady-like language while I'm watching a game?!?! Although I do refrain from using The Big One (that beginnings with the letter "f"), I just can't help myself from calling out all kinds of nasty names to the idiot players, the dumb coaches, and the incompetent referees. Because, as we all know, I can do a much better job myself!!!!
Back to football season... In addition to watching the football games, I also love Sundays at home. During the chilly fall days here in Chicago, Sunday is my day to make some good comfort food for half-time: a good pot of chili (no beans, per CT's request) with macaroni noodles and cheddar cheese, or a pan of nachos, or some homemade chicken noodle soup and crusty bread. Then there is always a quick apple pie that I whip together and throw in the oven -- gotta love the smell of an apple pie baking in your oven during football season. Now, THAT is what CT loves about Sundays at home too. He's already asked me, "So, what are you making today?" And it is even better as the weather changes, and we have more cloudy days than sunny days, and the temperature drops to the point where you really don't want to turn the heat on just yet, so you snuggle up on the couch with a comfy blanket. (Heck, I am seriously contemplating buying one of the snuggy thingies.... I understand that you can get them with your favorite football team logos.)
So, here's to the start of Sunday Football Season! May you watch your favorite team today and may they win (except if they're playing the Bears!!!!) GO BEARS!!!!!
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