Are You Ready for Some Football?!
When we drove by the local park about a week ago, we noticed some men playing American football. Of course, my husband was thrilled. After taking us home, he walked down to the park to watch them play. When he finally came back home he had an announcement to make.
“They asked me to join the team,” he told me.
“You’re not joining the team.” It’s full contact tackle football. I know they wear padding but still. My husband is not a large man.
“I’m thinking about it. I could play…” This is where he named some position that I didn’t really care about because all I could picture in my head were the broken bones and loss of work that might result from this adventure.
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” I protested.
“Come on. I could tell people I’ve played on the British American Football League. It’ll be great.”
“If you live to tell about it,” I said.
I don’t like being one of those wives who rains all over the parade, but you have to draw the line somewhere. I mean come on. Why does he think he can start a football career at 43 years old?
He hasn’t joined the team and says he won’t, but from time to time when I catch him staring off into space I ask, “What’re you thinking about?” and he says, “Joining the football team.”
