I love watching football--the pros, college--either one. Tomorrow is the saddest day of a football-lover's year. The Super Bowl is the final football game until next season.
I grew up with sports. I was told that when I was a baby my parents took me to the Amarillo High School Sandie games. Back then you could park behind the chain link fence and watch from your car. We did that until I was old enough to go sit in the stands. I waited for half-time to see the bands and majorettes. To twirl a baton like those girls! That was my ambition. I never learned to do it.
One of my fondest memories was watching the Amarillo Gold Sox play baseball and eating peanuts with my dad. I think Mother stayed at home with my little brother most of the time. He was such a run-away kid that it was just easier to rein him in at home.
As I grew up we attended Kids, Inc. sports where the sons of my parents' friends played baseball, football and basketball. As an adult I've spent many a Sunday afternoon watching games on the television. Of course, our favorite pro team has always been the Cowboys. (That may change if they don't get their act together!)I like the Sooners and OSU Cowboys, Longhorns, Texas Tech, Texas Aggies---all of them.
I like the Houston Texans and Arizona Cardinals, too. In fact, I just like watching football!
So, sad as it may be, football is over for another season. But, look! Basketball is here! We will watch the Lobos, the Kansas Jayhawks, the. . . well, you name it--we'll watch it.
My daddy is a member of the Texas Panhandle Sports Hall of Fame. He played football, baseball and basketball for West Texas. Unfortunately for my brother and for me, the only part of sports we inherited from him was his love of sports. As a post script, I might add that our daddy had a great singing voice and played the clarinet. We didn't get any of that either. If you don't believe us, just listen to our rendition of Happy Birthday and try to guess what we're singing!