Football. It is like a foreign country that I never had a ticket to or a tour guide to show me the ins and outs of. But after marrying a man who gets his mind wrapped into stats and fantasy teams, I've had to pack my suitcase and venture to this land, and learn the ways of the culture and the excitement. And if I am completely honest, I would tell you that I never understood it. I never understood why football was such a big deal. I never understood, but I never lived in a town with a professional football team--ahem, Los Angeles. You see, I grew up near a city where cars out number people, or so it seemed on certain days while inching along on freeways. I grew up near a city where walking to sporting events, catching the light rail, or riding your bike was just crazy to think of. I grew up near a city where there was more conversation about shows at the Hollywood Bowl, movie premiers, and the Rose Bowl Flea. I grew up near a city where professional football only existed on television, or in stadiums far far away. So all the other aspects that make the community and camaraderie of the sport come alive, and the city light up on game day--well, they were non existent to me...
Go Broncos!




