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It’s almost football season.
It’s almost football season.
Fall is approaching and I can just smell the football in the
air. Joy and hope fills my heart with the anticipation of the new season. This
time we will get it right. This is ouryear. . The crisp air brings a feeling
of excitement. My emotions start to run
the gamut. Just at the thought of it,
the thought of the all-important super bowl (and it is my team winning by a
large margin).
Maybe this is why fall has been my favorite season. The
football season is fresh and anyone (even my team, I can always hope) has a
chance. Even in the years, I thought we would go nowhere they have surprised
me. Hope builds up in my heart and gives it an added boost. It can carry me
through a tuff day just thinking about the last (if they won) or next game
(hope springs eternal). Yet my team still has not won a super bowl. Maybe they
will achieve it in my lifetime. However, they are running out of time as I only
have at least 25 maybe 30 good years left.
My team is the Minnesota Vikings. I was born and raised a
Vikings fan. I must say (I am ashamed to admit) my eyes do stray when the stats
are not adding up. You know, when the chances of even being in the play-offs
are becoming slimmer and slimmer. My heart needs something to cling to, just
for a while to carry me to the next season. I am not saying I will ever cheat on them. I
will always be a loyal Vikings fan. However, I have to cheer for someone in the
super bowl. OK, it is just a little cheating, stop judging me.
When I was younger, I would play football with my brothers
out in the cow pasture. It was always a bonus if you could tackle someone into
a cow pie, even better a fresh cow pie. What? A little dirt does not hurt anybody.
Is this not what football is about getting down and dirty?
One time a young cow actually
my Goldie, Ran over to use when we were playing football. She came crashing
down the field. She wanted to join in. We were confused, as we had never seen
her act like this before so we ran. My parents watched the whole incident and
thought it was hysterical. When we got back to the yard they told us, she just
wanted to join in and play. So the next
time we played in the cow pasture, we invited her to join us. She did not want
anything to do with it. I think she felt slighted from the last time. 
I do not understand anyone that has a mate that does not
love football as much as they do. Was
there No long-term thinking about what will go down in the future. . I mean really,
if you have to watch a game on the sly, or worse listen to how stupid the game
is though out the game what fun is that. And they will never understand any of
the Mojo stuff. What were you thinking? Obviously, you did not meet during
football season. I can understand having
a mate that is a fan of another team. Actually, that would add more fun to it. A Viking and Packer fan together. Match made in heaven. 
My, to be daughter in law is a major Packers fan, she has a
Packers tattoo on her ankle an every time her team needs a boost, she sticks her
ankle out into the air. Here is our chance to practice our superstations, our
powers of witchery. . GET OUR MOJO ON. You know, if I do this the team will accomplish
what needs to be done. However, what If
it does not happen, obviously, the other team must have more powerful mojo then
our team. OK, we must give it a double whammy next time. Maybe even a double whammy triple hex. I have been known to even call and see if
another fan is following the right procedure. Do you have your shirt on
backwards too? What a ketchup stain, No, there is no need to wash it now. Thanks
a lot, No wonder we are losing.
Camaraderie is the synopsis to football. It bridges the gap between generation, race
and social economic gaps; it takes us away from our everyday life for a few
hours, where the only thing (I mean the only thing) that matters is getting the pigskin across the right
goal line.
What woman would not love football? My reason for loving football
is tight asses running down the field in tights. The testosterone is flying
everywhere. The primal nature of this game entices me. Did I mention tight
asses?
When I was younger, I would play football with my brothers
out in the cow pasture. It was always a bonus if you could tackle someone into
a cow pie, even better a fresh cow pie. What? A little dirt does not hurt anybody.
Is this not what football is about getting down and dirty?
One time a young cow actually
my Goldie, Ran over to use when we were playing football. She came crashing
down the field. She wanted to join in. We were confused, as we had never seen
her act like this before so we ran. My parents watched the whole incident and
thought it was hysterical. When we got back to the yard they told us, she just
wanted to join in and play. So the next
time we played in the cow pasture, we invited her to join us. She did not want
anything to do with it. I think she felt slighted from the last time.
Bottom line, it is so much fun and such a roller-coaster
ride who could not love football.
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