I'm not talking "football" like the rest of the world calls it. I'm talking good old, 'Merican FOOTBALL!
I love it. The saddest day of my life is the day after the Super Bowl.
My teams, you ask?
Bears all the way. See the letter C. I remember doing the Super Bowl Shuffle when I was 3-years-old (I really do. Dancing on the coffee table with my best friend). Butkis, Payton, and Perry were my favorites as a child.... I know, Butkis wasn't playing anymore by then, but I watched the crap out of My Two Dads. Though when I think of the team currently.... and what the McCaskey family has done in the past few months... damnit, got another nosebleed. Don't get me started. Adam is a Lions fan. I have no problem with the Lions. They're the Chicago Cubs of football. Now Green Bay.... my ex's family were Packer fans. Note: my ex.
And then there's the magic and love that is Notre Dame. It's a sickness, my fandom. In a drunken stupor, my grandfather wrote a letter to Notre Dame back in the 1970s asking for tickets to a game, expressing his undying love of the team, school, and tradition. They got him signed up for season tickets, 4 seats every home game and bowl game. You can imagine how the story goes from there. If I was smart I would share with you the numerous photos of 2-year-old Dara posing for photos in front of my grandfather's homemade ND collages, with Touchdown Jesus, and Number 1 Moses.
Adam and I are scheduling our wedding this fall to either coincide with ND's bye week or the ND vs. Michigan game. Yes, Adam is a Michigan fan. No, I have not harmed him yet.
Threatened to withhold sex? Yes.