I did not get this whole football thing. Really why would I want to waste my time watching a bunch of men run, jump, kick, hit, and fight after an odd shaped ball? I had several perfectly good books that I would rather read. Sergio had given up on me being his football buddy. I am certain it was due to his frustration in having to explain over and over again the difference between a first down and a touch down. He didn’t want to explain why a penalty was given and why a play was challenged. I was not a very fast learner. For several games I would “try” to get in the zone but I would lose interest within minutes and would grab a book or do a house chores instead. I did learn very quickly that it does not make your your husband happy when you vacuum the room he is watching his beloved Broncos in. Dusting the TV does not make him happy either. The only way to recover the fumble is with chips and salsa. I have also learned not to start any conversations with my football fanatic unless I want the “look” because the conversation will be one sided. I have learned the art of asking a very quick question when a commercial is on and I mean quick because if the answer takes too much time and the game has commenced I get no answer until the next commercial. Well maybe!
Times have changed and I cannot believe that he has turned me into this crazy Broncos fan that truly bleeds Orange and Blue. I have even had a fantasy football team but for some odd reason when the Puerto Rican Players beat Rolling Thunder I didn’t get invited into the league again. With all the trash talking going on I should of known I was out when someone (will not mention any names but he goes by rolling thunder) had to eat his own words. I cried last year when my favorite team came out on the field for the Super Bowl. No not when they lost. Yes I was disappointed but I was proud that they had made it that far. I talk to them through the TV as if they can here me. Just trying to help them out. Oh no I am turning in to that crazy football person? What is happening to me?
The truth is football is Sergio’s only hobby and it can take up time. Time happens to be my love language and I did not want to be the kind of wife that nagged because the attention is not on her. I made the decision to learn about football so that I could enjoy the time with Sergio. Now my love has shifted to loving the men in orange and blue. It is Sergio’s fault for putting these men in my life. As time passed I learned the plays and I learned to be the best football buddy a guy could ever ask for. One year for our anniversary I surprised Sergio with tickets to a game. This was my first live football game. I teared up when my guys came on the field. I cheered so loud that I lost my voice. That year we beat the Patriots and I left the stadium with pride. The time I spent with my husband was priceless. Watching him enjoy himself in this environment left my heart filled. He thanked me over and over for this anniversary gift. He explained to me how much it meant to him that I came into his world. I think he was on a mile high!
Game days are special days. The snacks are planned in advance, chores are done in advance. A mass text to the family to invite them to come over and watch the game. Sunday football is the best because I put on my one of many team shirts to get ready for church. I get ready to worship God and I smile at my church family in the Broncos gear. Once services are over it is time to celebrate in Broncos country with the best fan ever……… my husband.
We continue to be Denver Broncos fans no matter what the outcome of the games are!
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