Is it football season already? I just can’t even! I don’t like sports, at all. I know we’ve covered my dislike of sports, so I’ll be brief. I want to mention a particular incident that cemented my dislike. Cameron played six-man football at Christian Heritage Classic School in Longview, Texas, for two seasons. He played some sort of defensive position—I asked John about the exact name, but he claims six-man is totally different and there’s no point in giving the position, because it won’t make sense. So if you want more information, talk to my husband. All I know is that I endured two seasons of watching young men jump on my kid, and gripping the bleacher seats to keep myself from leaping over the fence and punching them all in the face. The mama bear is strong in this one.
I do like hockey, fast-paced and always on the move. My kids didn’t play, so there was no inclination to leap over the Plexi-glass and punch people in the face. Although the other teams (and fans) might have enjoyed that.
John adores football, mostly college but also pro. He came upon a Saints pre-season game the other night, and navigated his recliner and remote towards it. Then he made a request. “Please come sit by me. I really want to hold your hand while I watch the game.”
Ugh! I’m not ashamed to say I wanted to do anything but that. Not the holding hand part, that was super sweet. But to endure a ridiculous amount of sports-ing hurt my heart. And yet, this simple request would make my husband so happy.
And I did it. I held my husband’s hand through the entire pre-season game between the Saints and...uh, well some other professional football team. They played an entire football game that doesn’t impact their statistics or ratings or salaries or anything. An entirely worthless game (in my opinion), that meant nothing to world peace or the world economy or anything to do with the world. Except that I held my husband’s hand. And that meant everything to my husband.
Does anyone know when the next unnecessary meaningless pre-season Saints game is? I want to make sure I’m available to hold my husband’s hand.
Jann Goar Franklin graduated Russellville High School in 1989. You can reach her at jann@jannfranklin.com