| | Just a Little GameJust a Little Game
By:Ray
CP Staff writer/Recruiting Team
I grew up in Texas and football came with the territory. Until I was
eight I never really got into the whole idea of staring at a box for
three hours watching men beat the crap out of each other. Then I met
Emmit Smith and everything changed. After giving football a chance upon
Emmit’s prodding I discovered something more than just guys smacking
each other while I ate popcorn and drank soda every Sunday, I
discovered my dad.
Up
until this point in my life, I’d never really given him the time of
day. Sure I was a tomboy and was always into some sport or another, but
as far as hanging out with daddy, I just didn’t want to try. My dad had
one of those jobs where he traveled a lot and was rarely home. When he
was home, he was cranky and rude, and a downright pain to be around.
Every Sunday he sat in his recliner and yelled at people that he called
“the Boys”. If I got in the way then I was in trouble. One time while
“the Boys” played a team daddy called” the skinz” I fell in the kitchen
on some glass. He didn’t even notice. I liked football but I didn’t
like daddy. I would record the games on videotape and watch them when
daddy was away so I could see them without daddy in the way.
One time he came home from a trip at four in the morning and found me
in front of the television watching my team with a smile on my face. He
picked me up and hugged me. He and I cried. He didn’t know I liked
football. I had been hiding it for almost a year. He asked me why I
never told him that I liked “the Boys” too and I cried and said, ”cuz
daddy you wouldn’t let me.” He stayed up and watched the rest of the
game with me in his arms. Every Sunday after that, he called me into
the den to watch "the Boys" with him. He taught me most of what I know
about football now and we grew closer and closer. I gave him the time
of day and started to forgive him for being a “bad daddy”. We watched
football together for the next 4 years. We never missed a game.
Football brings people together. People who hate each other sit down
and watch it together.
Even
now my new mom and I watch football together, and it brings us closer.
There are times I’d be so mad at her before kick off but once the ball
was snapped it all melted away. Football makes me happy. I don’t care
if it’s the off-season; I don’t always care if “the Boys” lose because
football holds me together.
When times are hard I go back and watch football. I have DVD’s of
all the great games. I close myself off in my room and watch them. Or
rather I listen to them since my eyes are not as good as they were when
I was little. I always feel better after I watch football. Even if it's
just for ten minutes. Football is a part of who I am as a person. I
hope someday when I have kids, football will bring us closer too. I
wouldn’t be the young woman I am today with out it.
That’s all I guess so guys do you have any great memories of watching the game when you were younger? |
| | Posted 6/25/2007 4:56 AM - 0 comments
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