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I love college football. I love the sounds; the referee whistles, the bands (other than the OU band that sounds their little victory ditty at each and every perceived positive play), the commentators as they get excited over trick plays or amazing catches. I love listening to the back stories of kids overcoming adversity, of coaches making huge differences in their lives, of underdog teams coming from nowhere to beat their rivals against the odds. I write this now from the comfort of my spot on the couch, curled up in my ISU snuggie, watching the Beef ‘OBrady’s Bowl game with Matt and enjoying every minute.
We’ve always enjoyed college football, but the past few years, we’ve definitely become addicted. (Perhaps it’s the warm oven fresh chex mix I make)
but each Saturday from early fall through the bowl game mania we find ourselves stretched out on either end of the couch to watch game after game after game. It is a tradition we’ve ‘cleverly’ named Football Saturday…and our close friends know that we’re likely unavailable to do much on Saturdays during the fall months…as we stay committed to our football tradition. It may seem silly to some, or most, but there’s something about it that I love so much. I love knowing that no matter what stresses come throughout the week, I can count on a long, lazy day of football with my best friend. I love getting up and cleaning the house to the sounds of Matt watching College Gameday on ESPN. I love that I can knowledgably discuss teams and coaches and players. I love talking about the upcoming games together while the chex mix roasts in the oven and the smell floats throughout the house. I love when our friends join us to watch ISU play and we fill the couch with our bodies and the house with our screams of excitement.
I love it all!
This year we missed going to an ISU and IA game – our schedules just didn’t work out. While we definitely love going TO the games, watching them here together is a close second…maybe even a first sometimes. We don’t have to worry about the weather or the traffic or the crazy drunk people who keep standing right in front of us. Here it is easy. Cozy. Comfy. It is one of those little things that is truly perfectly us.


Emily said…
You know the Chex Mix is something special when it makes the "family coat of arms" for someone else's family AND the Christmas letter!
Matt and Emily said…
HA! That's true! ;)

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