So the 49’ers are in the playoffs, and football madness has taken over the Bay Area. I personally don’t like football. I know that’s very un-American – and un-Midwestern – of me, but every play looks exactly the same.
Someone hikes the ball. Someone catches it and runs. Everybody chases the guy with the ball. Everybody jumps into a big pile. How is that different from the last twenty-seven plays? Hubs tries to explain it to me, and I get how the game works. But when I try to watch it, I still can’t figure out what the heck just happened.
Luckily, Hubs isn’t a huge football fanatic. The game doesn’t dominate our television all season long, and for that I am grateful. One of the sexiest things about my Hubs is that he doesn’t subject me to football. Just one of the many things I love about him.
However, he does try to watch when the 49’ers are playing, and he tries to watch the playoffs. And since the 49’ers are actually in the playoffs this year, it was a football-filled weekend.
Quinn, the littlest 49’ers fan, had a great time watching the game with Daddy and the guys on Saturday. We’re hoping he’s a better good luck charm for our home team than he was for the Detroit Lions, (although they did have a pretty awesome season). Since the 49’ers won on Saturday with seconds to spare, I’d say so far so good.
On Sunday, Quinn threw the football around with Daddy. They were allowed to play in the house since it’s just a small, soft football, and Q mostly just chews on it anyway. (You can’t tell in this picture, but it’s a Detroit Lions football, courtesy of my dad, Quinn’s Grandpa Rocky.)
For me, February 5th can’t get here fast enough. Everyone around here hopes we’ll celebrate a 49’ers Super Bowl championship that day, but I’ll just celebrate the end of another football season. So no matter who wins, I’m happy.
What about you? Are you a football fan or a football widow?